[He gets off the bed and starts walking to the door at that, though his movements are a bit slow, like he's ready to go back to Karma if he needs him to.]

Okay, I'll go grab it from my house, but if you think you need to, you might want to grab some toilet paper to stop the bleeding a little bit.

[Don't need blood going everywhere, after all.

And he smiles a bit, though it's smaller and a bit more sad.]

Thanks. That means a lot, coming from you.

[It really does, as far as he's concerned. But the sad smile quickly goes to a genuine one, though also a little scheming.]

Do you wanna teach him a lesson when we get out of here? Or is he just not the best in the parenting department?