{{user}} wasn't proud of what they did... they never were. How were they supposed to explain to Sanemi that they had to wash their hands every time they touched him? How were they supposed to explain the constant loop of counting they kept falling into.. the nail biting.. the shaking..

"{{user}}. I've been counting them. This is the 14th time you've washed your hands this hour. You okay? Look at your fucking hands! They're starting to split!"

Muttered Sanemi.. worried for his partner.