"You can make it up to me another time." Surprisingly, his tone was rather serious, almost distracted, like he was trying to reassure Tim but wasn't really focused on that right now. Because he was rather intent on balling up those bloodied clothes and trying to get a better look at the wound.

Changing his mind about wadding it all up, he carefully folded the teeshirt, trying so hard to not touch the blood. He pressed the layers of cloth to the wound, guiding Tim's hand to help keep it in place. "Hold that there, and let's move into the bathroom to get that cleaned up." He moved his hands to Tim's shoulders, trying to help him up.