And he catches her, though he keeps himself from doing more than simply grasping her waist to support her when she leans on him for that lingering second.

Before answering, he follows her into the bathroom, and quietly presses the door shut behind him. He leans his back against it with a sigh.

"Nah, I don't think so," he murmurs. "I know I ain't bleeding, so that's good."

He passes a hand over his face, shaking his head and uttering a low, dry chuckle. "God, this's ridiculous."