Micah sighed a little as she got up. "Fair enough." He said, practically whispering it. At least she was doing something to calm him down, which may sound weird, but she was at least taking care of him. It didn't mean she hated his guts. Mad, still, though.
Shane, on the other hand, just went to his own comforting: calling Autumn. He'd liked her in the past, and they were still close, but it might have been a little odd that she was the first person he called. She was the only one that came to mind. When his sister opened the door, he simply looked up, caught the ice, and went back to talking.
When she came back over to Micah, he pondered her question. "Nose." His wrist hurt too, but his nose was worse.