Finally he finishes, and rinses the blade of the razor in the water before setting it aside. He lifts water in his cupped hands to wash the residue of soap and tiny, fine hairs, so light brown they're almost golden, away from Laertes' face. He pats his skin dry with the smallest handtowel he could find, and then takes a little aftershave lotion in his hands and rubs it in, with gentle circles of his fingers.