[Tim turned a little so that Majima could have good access to his stitches; it didn't feel like much when he was pulling them out, just little tugs against his skin. And Majima was a gentle enough hand at it that it wasn't terrible tugging, just a little irritating.]

Yeah, I. I think I'd like to get cleaned up? I'm, um. I'm a mess.

[There was a lot of blood. On him, on the floor, on Majima. Tim would like to keep his bodily fluids to himself for once, they were getting spread all over the scenery way too often for his liking.]

God. It looks like somebody got murdered in here? Sorry? I hope all of this comes out, do you have, uh, do have any seltzer? I think that's what you use for blood.

[But first-- bath. Tim reached back to turn on the hot tap for the bath, his hands clumsy from disuse.]