[She's turning anyway, though not to meet his eyes or make the conversation easy; cotton ball in hand, she is all business.]

I only had the one. This is going to sting,

[she says, not because he doesn't know of course but so he doesn't jerk away when she presses the antiseptic to the cut, her other hand moving to cup his jaw. It isn't that she hasn't noticed his hand, she's just chosen not to comment on it. Without the first aid supplies it could be a very different picture.]

I rather doubt the memory's rightful owner would want me sharing details.