"It's not fine," he says, wrinkling his forehead. As he continues to advance on her, though he slows his steps as he gets closer. It had actually looked pretty bad from what he could see. Or at least the blood surrounding it had.

She reaches for the wall and he stops within touching distance. "You should really put something on it to stop the bleeding." He holds up the napkin as a kind of peace offering. "Can I take a look?"

He meets her eyes and holds them. He doesn't know what happened, but he knows she's been hurt. So he asks again, because it matters to him. "What happened?"