"Don't be daft, of course I'm not with anyone, I've been cleaning all day so you could come over--"

But all of this is said distractedly, as if he doesn't care anymore. He has no idea that the wound is mostly superficial; all he can see is how bad it looks, and his blood is running cold. "Stay here, don't move, I'm getting my wand, hold this to your arm-"

James is pushing the throw blanket at him. It's a nice one, but he doesn't really care right now.