And that he was. Most of the time. Today was a rare exception as he set the basin down on a small prop table and set the fabric next to it. He held out a hand for her to return his ruined kerchief. He would burn it later, but he didn't want her bleeding all over the props, nor did he want her to have a telling momento of his rare moment of humanity.
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Date: 2016-05-13 01:19 am (UTC)