[The problem with blood is that it soaks into clothes. It looks like so much more than it really is, and although his upper body is scratched pretty badly the wounds stopped bleeding a while ago. The bite mark is a different story, and once they've picked the bits of gravel out of his palms there may be some more bloodshed but all in all he's okay. Will be. At least physically.
He winces some at the hug but reciprocates nonetheless, desperately wrapping his arms around the smaller boy and issuing a whine in protest once he slips out of his grip. Helix got the right idea though, cleaning himself up would be a good idea. The sticky, metallic scent isn't doing him any favors.]
It ain't as bad as it looks. [He thinks. He ran all the way here, after all. It can't be so bad.] Shit... 'm sorry.