[he turns the tap by touch, testing the water until it's lukewarm, then fills the cup with it. with a little groping, he manages to locate the salt, and dumps a sizeable amount of it into the water, swirling it, waiting for the salt to dilute in.
As he swirls, he purses his lips, winces, and drops his face to neutral again. it's got to hurt—the bruise is already showing, a stretching, angry coloration up his jawline.
he swirls in silence—or that's what you'd expect. Instead, he offers:]
no subject
I'm fine.
[he turns the tap by touch, testing the water until it's lukewarm, then fills the cup with it. with a little groping, he manages to locate the salt, and dumps a sizeable amount of it into the water, swirling it, waiting for the salt to dilute in.
As he swirls, he purses his lips, winces, and drops his face to neutral again. it's got to hurt—the bruise is already showing, a stretching, angry coloration up his jawline.
he swirls in silence—or that's what you'd expect. Instead, he offers:]
Salt disinfects.