[ Alec has the fleeting impulse to press the pads of his fingers flat and still above the notch of Keiichi's collarbone when he speaks. He doesn't really know why. It might feel interesting, maybe. The impulse passes without being acted on. ]

Looks like it.

[ He can't feel or see more sand, and the water dripping off Keiichi's neck is only faintly pinkish. Alec turns off the tap and starts patting Keiichi dry with the washcloth. ]

Maybe I'm a king and a doctor. Doctor King Alec has a ring to it. Technically I should disinfect this, but we don't have anything for that, so just don't rub random garbage on your neck for a while, all right?

Now hold still while I rub some random jelly I found on you.