"Oh, no, you don't have to--"

But he's already doing it, Terry is already on his knees with his bare hands on Will's ankles, tending to his injuries with attentive gentleness that puts Will in mind of other times that another man had taken hold of his bloodied hands and washed different grit from his wounds. He is unable to stop himself from staring mutely; when he wobbles, he ends up reaching out to steady himself by touching Terry's shoulder.