I grab his arm, "No. You're not. You are bloody and I do not want my neighbors to see a man drenched in blood casually walking back to his car. Get in the goddamn shower."
I look into Sage's eyes as she smiles. You should kiss her. Wait, no you shouldn't. Does she want to kiss you? Why is she smiling like that? Do you want to kiss her? Of course you do. Don't look so desperate.
Yes. I think back. I'm glad I can communicate with Sage through thoughts, because right now my mouth can't do anything but keep a stupid-looking grin on my face.
I point to the bathroom. "Mind waiting there while I get towels?"
(( Japanese bathrooms are different than other bathrooms because the entire room is used rather than one part. They usually include stools to sit on, etc.
It's hard to explain and easier to just look up))