"I did a bad thing..." ((Hello again, dear!))
"Come here, Michael."
Starr touched him gently on the sleeve, and led him to the kitchen sink, where she started to run warm water, drizzling dishsoap in as she did.
" … Do you want to talk about it…?" she offered softly, retrieving a bristle scrub brush. She started to gently scrub at his nails; she knew from experience that was the hardest place to clean blood from…