"Methos, you just got shot, died and came back all in the matter of about half an hour. I can do this. Get in the shower and get the blood and all off of you before I come back to join you." He kissed his husband softly before he turned and headed for the kitchen, shutting down emotionally to get everything swept and cleaned up before he looked at the broken window and frowned, not sure what to do about it. He then remembered some plyword in the basement and went to get it and some nails, boarding up the window until he could get it fixed. That all done, he finally joined his husband in the bathroom, stripping and stepping into the shower with him.