Combeferre, despite everything, spends some time simply playing with the hot water spigot. He decides it's time to stop when he feels the all-too-familiar tightness in his throat again.
He emerges, clean (at least, physically) of men's blood, and dressed in clothes that don't stick to his skin.
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Date: 2014-12-11 04:30 pm (UTC)He emerges, clean (at least, physically) of men's blood, and dressed in clothes that don't stick to his skin.