In contrast to how he normally is, let alone the sunken quiet that’s taken over him since Mukuro rescued him, Chikusa straightens up at the splash with with a befuddled look on his face. For once, it hadn’t been an action out of his need to be clean, or as clean as any of them were at any given time. “Maestro, no-”
...But now that he’s been reminded of it…

Trailing off, Chikusa pauses, frowning slighty as he looks down at his hands. In Mukuro’s perfect world, of course he’s just fine. Why wouldn’t it be? Yet he’s well aware that in the real world, as the doctor works on his destroyed knees, it’s the opposite case. “...They didn’t let me bathe while I was there…” It’s clear from the intense focus on his hands that he’s not going to stop thinking about this now.