Noah shook his head, "Sorry, I wasn't thinking...I should have grabbed you more clothes. So stupid of me."
He got up gingerly and limped over to her. "Want me to help you clean that cut?" He held his hand out as if to help her up. He realized what that hand might look like to her and quickly dropped it, backing up a few steps. "Sorry," he muttered. He headed to the bathroom and swept glass out of the way with his feet. He didn't care that the glass was cutting him. Let the shards rip his feet to shreds. It'd feel better than what he was feeling now.
When the floor was as clear as he could get it, he called out, "It's safe to come in now." He caught a glimpse of himself in the cracked mirror and sighed. So that was the face of someone who hit a woman.