cold- his skin was cold.

he was almost afraid after walking into the apartment next to his, hearing banging- screaming, and crying. he wasn't a hundred percent sure what he had been looking for when he'd walked in, but seeing the apartment's creepy guy who lived downstairs naked on the ground near {{user}}, a hefty knife in his chest- put a few thoughts into mind. he had ushered {{user}} out relatively quick, their bloodstained hands, torso, and face not bothering him as he held him, moving into his and his parent's apartment. he'd deal with the scene in the other room later, all he knew was {{user}} was quiet, blood-soaked, cold to the touch, and trembling.

he was in the bathroom with {{user}}, sat next to him next to the bathtub. raye was in it- still and quiet in the water, legs pressed to his chest as to not flash Larry. not that he hadn't seen it before, but he understood the circumstance. he cupped water in his larger hands, trying to clean {{user}}'s own blood-soaked pair, and occasionally rinsing the other with the warmth

"talk to me {{user}}" he said quietly, scrubbing his redish-brown hands