He shakes his head no again. He doesn't know why, but the thought of doing something so normal makes him feel sick. He knows why she says it, but he can't bare to admit it. The thought of washing it away, as though cleaning himself of it all, it's totally unthinkable. He sobs, moving into the touch of her hand on his face.

"I can't." His voice cracks. He knows he can, but he doesn't want to. He doesn't want any of this. "I can't."