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All Ken could do was watch him through the fringe of blood matted hair that fell over his eyes.

Mamoru left his coat by the door and rolled up his sleeves before he sat on the tub-ledge beside Ken, swtching the water on to warm before he began rinsing his hair, combing through it gently.

Sighing, he let his eyes close at the gentle touch.

"... thanks."

"Sure," Mamoru murmured, continuing to work the blood from his hair as he cleaned Ken off. He knew the blood would just come back, but it helped, at least.

With a grimace, he pulled his hand back, shaking it off a little. "Bit of my uncle," he said by way of explanation, and yes, there was the crook of a smile at the corner of his lips. He was teasing you, Ken. These were bad people; they'd deserved to die.

Ken smiled a bit back, but it was grim and a little shaky. No matter how his sanity had stabilized, no one wanted to be covered in blood for a day. There was still enough animal left in a human to make the sight and smell of so much blood uncomfortable.

"Kase, too."

Mamoru gave him an encouraging smile as he continued to clean Ken up, tilting the water toward his face and rubbing blood from his cheeks with his thumb.

"Probably diseased, who knows what he was taking."

That made Ken laugh softly as he tipped his head a little to help Mamoru clean him up.

"God only knows."

Mamoru sighed a little in relief that he'd gotten that laugh and traced the now-clean line of Ken's lips with his thumb.

"They deserved it, Siberian. Every last one of them. My father -- he wasn't that far gone, I don't think. It was revenge, but he knew what he was doing."

"I know."

He pressed a quick kiss to the pad of his thumb as it passed, leaning a little closer to the soothing touch.

"... I could've still been playing if Kase hadn't fucked me over."

"Maybe," Mamoru allowed, moving to clean Ken's chest and shoulders. "But it's a bit late to worry about now."

"Yeah. I know."

Ken moved to the touches, showing the silent communication that still lingered from their time together in Weiss.

"It doesn't matter, anyway."

"It matters. It's always mattered, Ken."

Clean enough for now, he shuts off the water, wrapping a towel around his lover.

He smiled over at Mamoru, moving the towel over his hair.

"Eh."

Mamoru raised an eyebrow. "It matters."

The smile he had for Mmaoru was gentle and honest, one kept for the people he was closest to.

"Thank you."

Mamoru nodded, putting the showerhead down gently.

Now that he was clean, he moved away from where he'd been perched all day, pausing for a moment to lean down and brush a kiss across the top of Mamoru's head.

Mamoru watched him go quietly, then turned to cleaning out the tub.

If he wanted, he'd find Ken sitting on the end of the bed, shoulders hunched a little, his head down.

Mamoru came out, frowning slightly as he moved the blanket around Ken's shoulders.

"What is it?"

"Just thinking back. To how many people I've killed. It's a lot."

He glanced up at Mamoru, looking a little worn around the edges.

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