Jay pulled back when the other boy snapped, curling his hand into his chest and lips tightening into a thin line reflexively before he caught himself and put on a smile again. "I know how you feel," he said, wiping the blood off his hand onto his jeans without thinking. It would blend in with all the other blood stained, ripped knees jeans in his dresser drawers, anyways. "Shouldn't've done that, now we're both of us out of order."
He pulled the cuff of his long sleeved shirt down over his hand and moved closer again, slower this time, cautious as he reached out and put a hand on James' shoulder. "Now hold still," he ordered. That was the last warning he gave before reaching to wipe the rest of the blood from James' face with his shirtsleeve. "Can't send you down the hall to wash up all bloody faced, the nuns'll tan your hide for messing around this late." He'd done his stints in detention for similar things.