He just gave a little nod at the initial warning, because that sting was something he was well familiar with now, as he'd been doing his best to clean the rest of his injuries. For the most part the loft floor breaking under him hadn't managed to get through his layers to skin, aside from that one, essentially, stab wound to his shoulder, his hands were scraped up, though he'd managed to take care of that himself, as well as his face, though that hadn't gotten much damage at all.

He hadn't yet noticed that Charles was being unfortunately distracted by the exact same thing he was, the warmth of the other boy's skin against his own, and Charles' step-by-step commentary was only a good thing, as it kept him on track and didn't let his thoughts drift too far, there was another quiet: "Thank you, Charles." At the mention of a bandage, as he'd mostly managed to regulate his breathing again after the way it had caught while undressing. He didn't think it was getting worse, but it definitely wasn't getting better either, and he wasn't sure whether that was actually a good sign or not.