Jude didn’t question it when Ludger immediately disappeared to change clothes. They’d need to soak everything in cold water to get the blood out, anyway. He offered to do the task himself. As a doctor, he had long overcome any discomfort around blood. Ludger was no stranger to blood, either. The blood wasn’t the issue; it was the source.
Ludger had been setting up in the kitchen, letting the familiar routine distract him. He was currently lathering up his hands, until the red swirl in the sink jerked him out of his absent-minded trance.
He stilled, staring blankly at his hands until the full weight of the day finally began to sink in. Jude paused at the sudden silence, turning to regard Ludger.
Are you okay? He wanted to ask. But he already knew the answer. Nothing about this was okay. It would probably never be okay. But they would press forward regardless.
“Ludger,” he sighed.