[ Crais is going more by feel and smell than sight, to know when he's finished. He is looking from behind Felix's shoulder. That limits visibility, and that's fine. Lack of further snagging and most of the smell of blood being gone is a clue that it's time to discard that wipe, get a new one and repeat the process on Felix's other hand. ]

There are better and worse kinds of stupidity - and insanity. I'll show you my back when we're finished here. If you're drunk enough to be able to sit still.

[ There's nothing wrong with some sentimentality, Felix. Also: ] What happened on that date?