He exhaled, sitting back on his heels. "You didn't do anything wrong, Av," he soothed, standing up to rinse the cloth. "I just... needed to think."
"No, please don't say that," he said, sitting next to her again. "It wasn't you. It was just..." He sighed, looking up at the ceiling. "Just my messed up brain, I guess."
She went to him, going to wrap her arms around him, but hesitating. "I think you're brain is admirable and lovely."
He looked up at her, giving her a melancholy smile. "It's fine, Av. You really shouldn't be the one comforting me right now."
He put his hands over hers and began to run lukewarm water over her skin, carefully washing off the blood.
His fingers were long and careful as his thumb rubbed circles in her palm. The water turned pink, but eventually Jack turned and wrapped a fluffy towel around her hands, drying them.
