"Oh!" God, he was such an idiot - he'd left her to sit there in bloodstained clothes while all she probably wanted was something clean and dry. "I'm sorry, I just-- it's hard to focus." Cole helped to her feet, gesturing towards the bathroom. "You can, uh, have a shower if you want. Most of my clothes might not fit quite right, but at least it would be something."
He could feel a headache coming on, but he refused to give in to the notion that he was Ichabod Crane, a teacher in Sleepy Hollow. It was bad enough that he was convinced the Headless Horseman was out there somewhere.