"Don't have any," he might still have some of the salve for the bruises, but whatever it was he got patched up with did the trick, so he hadn't bothered to invest in anything else. "I'm fine, really." The concern was endearing, but it brought up the guilt all over again. He almost admitted that he usually got fixed before coming home, but he wasn't exactly sure he wanted Don Juan to know this wasn't the first time.

"Let's just go to bed." He urged, hoping that might be the end of it. "I'm exhausted." Which had been the goal in the end.