Diego moves down the hallway, but makes a detour towards the kitchen first. He sets Five down in the first available chair and grabs a hand towel, shoving it into his hands. "Put your head back and pinch your nose at the top."

He may not have ever busted his nose time traveling, but he's busted it plenty of times getting punched in the face. He moves to the sink and starts washing his hands. He can smell the coppery residue of Five's blood on his shirt. He moves a move for the bread, spotting the peanut butter and marshmallows where they'd last been left. He starts throwing a sandwich together.

"Still bleeding?""