That blood is warm, but only for a split second before it cools. And it sits there, sticky and cooling, on Ranboo's skin, and it's familiar, and he freezes, the breath trapped in his lungs, lanky frame frozen in place until Dirk speaks and breaks him out of it, barking orders--

Bathroom. Now. Hurry.

Ranboo again grabs her legs, this time without the hesitation, mindlessly following Dirk's orders-- their mind is elsewhere, somewhere outside of the room, numb and distant and far away.

Bathroom. Get her to the bathroom. Then they can... do something.