“Come in.” He called, just loud enough to be heard over the water. He’s standing in the bath under the water, his clothes in a wet bundle at the other end of the bathtub. A rinse will do for now - he’ll wash them later.

He’s sluiced the blood off his face in the time that it took for Suzaku to fetch his clothing and has discreetly nudged the brainmatter into the plughole with his toe. He’s currently scrubbing the sweat from his torso, glancing only briefly to make sure it’s Suzaku coming in and not another person.

He lets the door close before speaking.

“That was my least pleasant experience here to date. I’d assumed that would be a quick death.” His voice is light but hollow.