She lets me move her, more calm now than she was when she thought I was about to get caught for this.
Inside the bathroom, she flinches when I turn on the bright overhead lights. Keeping one arm wrapped around her shoulders, I use the other to start the shower, checking the temperature until it's pleasantly warm.
"Brig," I turn her to face me. "Do you want me to help you get in the shower, or do you want me to leave?"
Her red-rimmed, black smudged eyes meet mine, but she doesn't say anything.
I don't want to tell her that she has blood all over her shirt. She probably knows but refuses to acknowledge it to keep herself slightly sane.
"Baby," I try again. "Ineedyou to get cleaned up. And we're running out of time to do it."
She nods finally, reaching for the bottom of her blouse and freezing as her fingers graze the wet edge.
"Wait," I warn her. "Just turn around."
She does as told, moving robotically.
Fucking hell.There's no telling how many times I've imagined cutting her out of her clothes.
But having to do it so she doesn't smear blood all over herself is the opposite of what I've ever hoped for.
Flipping out my blade, I pull the back of the patterned shirt just enough away from her body to slide the knife up the back of it.
Not wasting any time, I do the same to her skirt and tights before tugging them down her legs, following suit silently with her shirt.
As they hit the ground, I force myself not to think about how this is the most undressed she's ever been with me.
"Can you do the rest, honey, or do you need me to?" I ask, refraining from rubbing her soft skin and spreading more blood on it.
"I can," she mumbles, pointing to her linen closet, "Towels there."
I'm terrified at the thought of leaving her alone like this, but if I don't, there's no telling how dire the consequences will be.
Grabbing two, I set one on the counter next to the shower before inching towards the door. "I'm gonna go help Sky, okay?"
She glances at me over her shoulder, nodding before stepping into the shower, still wearing her bra and underwear.
I close the door behind me, letting her have her privacy.
As I reenter the living room, I find it in disarray and a half-naked Skyler standing in the middle of it all, rolling the body onto a plastic wrap and Brigit's rug.
"What the fuck happened to your clothes?" I scratch my head.
He looks up at me with a laugh, hanging his head, "Oh, yeah, I forgot you don't know the drill. Strip."
"Excuse me?"
“Clothing holdsa lotof DNA in the fibers. So we clean up, then put on fresh clothes. We're gonna have to put the bloodied ones in a garbage bag and dispose of them back at Mingle." He grunts, heaving the rug to roll it over again and again until it's like a fucking corpse burrito. "Brigit's too. Help me lift this."
"Where is it going?"
"For now? Down the hall so the cops don't see anything suspicious when they try to look around me," he lifts one side, waiting for me to do the same.
Fucking hell, he's heavy.
Grunts of effort and slow steps take us down the hallway, into Brigit's office, where Sky has us unceremoniously set the bundle down. He shuts the door, going back to the living room.
"Strip, Fomori. Put your clothes wherever Brigit's are." He hums as he takes stock of the blood on the ground, moving a couch and thecoffee table to cover the view of it from the door. Tossing me his clothes, he sighs. "That'll have to do until I can scrub it later."
