"Now?" He wrinkles his nose, wrapping the blanket around himself so that only his head is still visible. "I'm dirty. Won't even let me take a shower?"

Hot water, hell, even ice cold water sounds like heaven to him. Washing the sweat and come off his body won't erase the past, but it'd at least take the constant reminder away.

"Shit, my head hurts," he murmurs, trying to get up without losing, nor tangling himself up in the blanket.