"The couch?" he'd ask, "no, not the couch," he'd say, almost sounding serious, "take the bed, it's more comfortable," he'd finish with a tiny smile. "And you're not in my hair....well your fingers going through my hair isn't the worst feeling," he'd say, trying to cheer her up a bit.
"First take the damn meds," he'd say firmly, "it'll help with the swelling," all the fights he'd been in had taught him how to treat injuries. "School can wait, I'll hang out here...keep an eye on you if you need to stay later," he didn't mind her staying, hell he liked having her around.
He'd look her over, "tell me if you want me to grab you some blood packs or anything," this was definitely new to him, taking care of someone.