"Thanks." He put his hand over the wound and, by proxy, her hand. A few tears had come out during the whole process, not because it hurt, but because he knew it was supposed to hurt.
He was glad that she moved away before she noticed the fact that he was about to poke her in the boob if she shifted just a little bit. "It feels better already. That might be the drugs and alcohol talking, though. Any other ways you'd like to corrupt a minor tonight?"