[The towel was soft against Tim's face, clearing away some of the blood so that it didn't get into his eyes or something. It smelled like detergent and wolfman, and that was a surprisingly comforting mix, though possibly only to him.]

In my head, apparently? I don't know, it's magic and neither of the gods would explain it even if I asked.

[Because they were both assholes, just like. Slightly different flavors of asshole. Tim still thought the Fog God was the biggest, shittiest asshole of the lot, though.]

[It was like seven AM and Tim already felt like he wanted to go the fuck back to bed. When he looked at Majima, his eyes were just so tired, he was so Done with this shit.]

If you're waiting for my kidneys to grow back, I, ugh. I think they might be already doing that?

[Judging from the insistent ache in his back, anyway. It had kind of been hard to notice underneath the pain of spontaneously regrowing limbs, but yup. That was back pain. Kind of a deep, visceral ache, a uniquely uncomfortable kind of pain, if he wanted to get specific.]

[Then there was a little series of pops-- stitches snapping.]

Ow. Yeah. That's probably what that was.