Definitely not stabbed, though Aaron didn't clarify. Actual contact with Singer/Wednesday's blood would have been countless times worse than just a passing skin-to-skin contact. He pulled his hands back and put them in his pockets, slumping down on the edge of the couch glumly. "Yeah, I can tell. That's what I can do, pick up all the feelings. Off people, things..." A vague nod to her that must indicate her clothing. "Sinks into stuff, too. That's why sometimes when you're around somebody like R1, you feel pretty down afterwards. It's catching, in a way." He squinted a little at her. "You want a soda or something?" Sugar always made him feel better when he was down.