After returning home, the first place Luke went was the back of the house. Workers were still constructing the bathroom, but today he did not have the luxury of keeping his distance.
They did not ask him anything, and he did not speak either.
He grabbed a full bucket of water and poured it over himself.
"Fuaaah…" he exhaled, finally feeling a bit better. The smell had been unbearable before.
He did not have the energy to undress and scrub properly, so he settled for rinsing himself as thoroughly as he could. Then he picked up a towel and a fresh set of clothes.
Stepping behind the wall, he dried himself off and changed. The clothes he had been wearing were beyond saving, so they would have to be thrown away or burned later.
Once done, he grabbed a bottle of perfume and sprayed far more than necessary. He did not want his dearest to catch even a trace of blood on him.
"Excuse me, can we talk?"
He heard a voice from the other side.
