It's a good and completely true assumption to make because if Vincenzo had argued, Sizhui would've retorted without hesitation, complained until he gave in. With the utmost carefulness, he hooks his other arm around Vincenzo's waist while leading them along, reaching to flip the light on and snatch the remaining white towel he'd left on the rack for what he was figuring would be a shower. Instead, he'll clean blood off his new husband, which will likely end up taken care of too.

At least his posture slackens somewhat after Vincenzo explains it isn't his. Whose is it? he immediately wants to ask, stopping himself only by biting his cheek. “Good, but I want to make sure. Trauma can still cause internal bleeding.” He helps him sit on the small bench nearby, pushes the plug on the sink and flips the handle to let it start filling.

Then Sizhui's attention redirects, half-lidded eyes regarding Vincenzo before he huffs a sigh, his mouth quirking at the edges. “It's okay and he was pleasant enough.” Not Luca's fault he'd been preoccupied with other things. “Are you dizzy? Have any chest or abdominal pain or numbness and weakness on either side of your body?”