Okay, he was going to ignore that, her saying she didn't object. That was just...it was just a friend reassuring a friend that something hadn't bothered them, that's all.

"Piece of gravel," he said, picking it out. "Think I got it."

He put the little tiny, bloody gravel chunk down on a piece of paper wrapping and broke open a little ampule of sterile water to wash out the wound, letting the water run down her chin into another piece of gauze. After dabbing it dry and cleaning off the worse of the blood, he unwrapped and put a little bandage on her chin.

"There. Already started closing up a little soon as I got it out. Man, is our myth healing quick or what?" he smirked one of his goofier smirks. "I don't think you're gonna need anyone kissing it to make it better."

Oop. No. Why did he say that? Why did he say that?

Don't be like Donnie, I said. Listen, mouth, start listening to my brain right quick or so help me...