[He freezes for a moment, then nods quietly. He's good at first aid, and cleans and dresses the wound as carefully and gently as he can. So long as he doesn't make eye contact, he can avoid the confusing jumble for at least a little while. He cannot, however, avoid the tears that start to spill despite himself, pattering hot against the backs of his hands while he works.

He doesn't really understand those either, so he keeps his mouth shut and pretends they're not there.]