I could feel Dav's uneasiness as I splashed the running water on his face. I had long expected that he wasn't comfortable with me touching his face ever since I mentioned it while he was still in the bathtub.
I couldn't say I was comfortable in this situation because touching and seeing Dav's blood flow down the sink melted my heart. It was only his scars that were filled with blood but the amount that flowed down was more than what his scar was supposed to bring. I had to ask myself if Dav's scars were still disposing of blood as I washed the one on the surface.
We remained in a comfortable silence as I gently used soap on his face. A normal person was supposed to react the moment I touched his scars but no, not Dav. He just remained there like a statue with his eyes closed.
