77 Comfort - Part 1

"Are you finished?" I asked Luke, who had just come out of the bathroom with a clean set of clothing on his body. I had asked him to go clean himself off the blood as soon as we returned to our room, so he could immediately rest after going through such a long day.

He forced a small smile at me and said, "I am."

He said he was done, but in fact, he was far from it. I found there was still blood on his hands when I looked at him, and he wasn't even properly dressed. His mind must have been elsewhere, hence the mess. 

"You're obviously not done yet," I said, fixing the buttons on his shirt. "Come here," I said, grabbing his hand and motioning him to follow me to the bathroom. When we arrived, I turned on the water and helped him wash the blood off his hands. He stayed still, allowing me to do whatever I wanted.