"I'm sorry, my love. It's just that he told me something rather startling and I wasn't thinking." Glass tinkled to the ground and crunched underfoot as he put pressure on the wound. He tried not to look and mumbled, "Yoivey." His face was kind of pale at that point. "I'll clean the mess up after we get my hand situated." He was actually compulsive about it he wanted his kitche- home clean.