Matthew exhaled. From the sound of it, it might have been a quiet laugh. He wasn't even sure. "Don't thank me. I am hardly doing you any favors by bleeding on your couch." If he remembered later, he'd have to try and purchase another one for her. He had an odd sense of honor, Matthew did, and he didn't want her home decorated with his bloodstains.

He winced as he felt the little shards quickly pulled from his skin. Matthew hadn't even noticed those. He glanced down at them quizzically as Gabrielle set them aside on the table. And then he felt her hand in his and he cast a curious glance at her. There was no chance he was going to turn away that little comfort, though. He gave her hand the lightest of squeezes. "Maybe it was my fault," he said. "I think I would have... if he hadn't..."He'd told her before that he wasn't a good person. He'd meant it. "One of us is probably going to kill the other."