Mm-hm. [Ben squeezes the angels one last time and staggers to his feet, nearly going down again (twice) before he steadies himself on the cane. Upstairs (and isn't that a fun trip), he gets he shower going as hot as he can stand it and strips off his jeans and socks -- Dad only knows where his shirt and boots ended up. But at least this time his remaining clothes didn't get bloody. Small mercies.
He spends a long time under the spray, rinsing his mouth again and again, scrubbing his face and his hair with Janni's shampoo instead of his own because he wants the reminder of her. Only when the hot water runs out does he exit the shower, and he towels himself off with the ruthless efficiency he's always had. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he eyes himself in the mirror.
His chest is still massively bruised and looks slightly caved-in on the right side, where Shaitan kicked him. It aches like a bastard, and getting anything like a deep breath is pretty much out of the question. Well. It'll heal. Eventually.
He scrubs his teeth, twice, and rinses and gargles with mouthwash three times. And finally feels... more human. Less fragile around the edges. With the towel still wrapped around his waist, he stumps into the bedroom and grabs a clean pair of pajama pants out of his dresser.]
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He spends a long time under the spray, rinsing his mouth again and again, scrubbing his face and his hair with Janni's shampoo instead of his own because he wants the reminder of her. Only when the hot water runs out does he exit the shower, and he towels himself off with the ruthless efficiency he's always had. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he eyes himself in the mirror.
His chest is still massively bruised and looks slightly caved-in on the right side, where Shaitan kicked him. It aches like a bastard, and getting anything like a deep breath is pretty much out of the question. Well. It'll heal. Eventually.
He scrubs his teeth, twice, and rinses and gargles with mouthwash three times. And finally feels... more human. Less fragile around the edges. With the towel still wrapped around his waist, he stumps into the bedroom and grabs a clean pair of pajama pants out of his dresser.]