Louis worked quickly and gently, wiping away the congealed blood and then carefully applying an ointment. "There." He said with a small smile. "Does it still itch?"
Dio looked down at his splayed wrists and up and Louis' kind face. "Is Lou mad?"
Louis sighed, getting up to dispose of the bowl of water. "I'm more confused and hurt," He answered honestly, heading for the bathroom.
He also wanted to ask Dio why he had left without telling him but he realized that Dio was his own person and could do what he wanted whenever he wanted to, it didn't mean that Louis wouldn't feel hurt nonetheless.
Louis frowned as he came back out, wondering what he could do to limit Dio from hurting himself further. He didn't blame his friend for consistently itching even when he started to break skin, knowing that it was something he couldn't help.
