[He nods, slowly, and does as he's told, undoing his tie and pulling off his suit coat and the white shirt. For a moment he wonders about them--is he a businessman or something like that?--but then he's holding the towel around his shoulders and stepping into the apartment. There's still a lot of blood on him, particularly on his neck and his hands, and as he reaches to adjust the towel he realizes it's in his hair, too.]
Perhaps I did hit my head.
[He wonders it mostly to himself, touching the slightly sticky but mostly dried mess that's all over the back of his head.]
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Perhaps I did hit my head.
[He wonders it mostly to himself, touching the slightly sticky but mostly dried mess that's all over the back of his head.]