Harlow watched him anxiously as he took the pills, blinking in surprise when he spoke. If he didn't look so pitiful, she would've laughed. She simply sat and opened her mouth a few times, trying to find the right words. "I'm sorry. Should I... do you still want one? I can get you one." She offered softly, tilting her head at him slightly.

He smiled slightly, shaking his head. "I seem to have lost my appetite." His voice was mildly shaky, his hands in his lap. "Did'ya have fun 'partying'?" He asked in a slightly teasing tone.

"I figured. Getting shot can do that." Harlow said, giving him a weak smile. She let out a weak chuckle at his last comment, shaking her head. "Eh, not as much as I would've had with you." She teased, looking at the couch. "Do you wanna move to the couch or your bed or something?" She asked thoughtfully, reobserving his position ok n the floor

He narrowed his eyes. "More fun than I had." He made a face. It was infact, far less fun than he'd have had without her. "-I don't wanna get any blood on your couch," he said concernedly. it was an obvious yes but and an obvious no. He didn't want to move anything.

"That's probably pretty accurate." Harlow nodded apologetically, standing. "I want you to know I really am sorry about this. If I knew he would react this way I wouldve just left you alone." She sighed, brushing at her makeup quietly and shaking her head. "Hey, no, the couch will be fine. Do you wanna change, or can I get you anything? I have a great blood cleaner anyway, it'll be fine." She shook her head. "And I can help you onto the couch. Just- just tell me what you need me to do." She offered, trying her hardest to be helpful.

He smiled faintly. "It's alright, Harlow. Promise." He glanced over her shiny dress and make-up. She'd done a pretty nice job. He looked back to her eyes. "If you can get me new pants I would like to change." He said in a slightly hopeful tone. "I don't need help, I'm a big boy." He said mockingly, and soon to be regretfully.

"But it's- it's not. You got hurt." Harlow protested quietly, huffing and standing up. She shot him a little smile as he spoke. "What, you don't wanna wander around my house with half of a pair of pants on? I think the style suits you." She teased, raising her eyebrows at him. "Well, okay Big boy. You tell me how that works out for you when I come back with your pants." She said playfully, reaching down and flicking her other heel off, tossing it toward the door, with her other shoe. After, she trotted upstairs. She changed quickly herself, keeping her makeup and hair as it was for the moment- but she was happy to get out of that gud forsaken dress and into shorts and a T-shirt. She walked to another room in her house, quickly snatching a pair of gray men's sweats and trotting back down without lingering for too long. She tossed the pants over his face when she got close enough, grinning. "Pants, as ordered."

He let her baby him, upset over his own mistake. Or- whatever that was. His vote was Ian wasn't all there mentally, he was just giving ..drugs. He mentally shrugged- includinng his left eyebrow. He glared. "Will do." He was all confident until he moved his leg even a little. He gasped painfully, letting it out slowly. He shifted to the side, now looking at his wrists- they were mildly bruised. He glanced over them, grabbing the armrest and using his one leg he dragged himself to his feet. He stood there, panting for a moment. It hurt less to get shot in the shoulder. At least you can walk with that. He let his impulse go and took a step with his right leg. His other was infact not prepared for that and he came down to all fours quite fast. He growled, managing to get back onto his feet ..slowly. Just in time for pants to the face. He glared, grabbing them off his face. His hair fell over wildly on his forehead and eyes. "Thanks." He looked more tired now than when she'd left. "You wouldn't happen to like ..have crutches would you?" He had a ..hopeful tone.

Harlow raised her eyebrows at him, unimpressed with his performance. "Love, if I had crutches, they'd already be out here." She said flatly, walking closer to him and looking him over. "Okay Big Boy, let's get you to bed." She said teasingly, lightly draping his arm over her shoulders and supporting him by the waist, taking his pants with the other hand so he didn't have to carry them.

He made a face. "Of course." He felt very wary, injured in an assassin's house. Exactly what his father used to warn him about. He leaned on her slightly, mostly using her for the dreaded steps. "I would totally try hopping if I wasn't serverely sure it would hurt too." He said through a wince, his breath hitching as he limped down her hallway. As they got further down the hallway he noticed the pain pills taking effect, starting to get tireder as they turned into his door. He leaned against the doorway, moving his arm off her so he could ask for the pants. "Thank you, I think I can make it to the bed from here." The right side of his face twitched mainly when he winced, he seemed to do that frequently.