And bandages, and antiseptic. ...Wait, honey? Seriously? No way.

[Billy leans in to puzzle over the book's contents for a moment, brows furrowing, then shrugs it off, kisses his cheek, and pushes himself off the couch, tugging lightly on Teddy's arm.]

Actually, first you can help me walk to the bathroom, because I am not getting blood on the couch, even if I could just magic it out.