Oh. Um.

[Then this is good! If he's kind of sort of okay with him, it won't be as awkward to just point out. And he won't feel as bad for going to see the guy tomorrow morning, as is his quiet little plan.

He looks a lot less gross now that he's mopped tacky old blood out of his eyelid, cool. He starts half-assedly tapping gauze over it; like, yeah, it probably needs stitches, but he doesn't really scar, it just makes the healing time a tiny bit slower. Spider magic... Yeah, okay, he's pretty sure that is not remotely a spider thing and his DNA just fritzed in the middle somewhere.]

Wellll... He broke into a diagnostics lab where they keep medical records, personal stuff like that? I caught him in the act and he said it was to keep people from getting hurt, that he wasn't trying to actually steal anything.

I said we should talk about it outside, and then he almost punched me in the back of the head, and then- [He motions to his face.] We kinda sorta got into it.

... For the record, I was being a total bro about it.