He frowns when Matt becomes complacent. That's never a good sign in his experience, but he doesn't hesitate to take the other man's wrist gently in both hands, turning it over in examination. It reminds him again of the injuries sustained when he couldn't feel his extremities and he sighs, wanting to reinforce that Matt can come to him for help, but how can he? The man is as stubborn as they come so he stays quiet too as he cleans out the wound and wraps it firmly but with enough give, focused singularly on his task and glad not to have to look at Matt's face. Even with those glasses, he could be infuriatingly expressive at times.

"I, uh, have hair clippers," he says dumbly, not sure where it came from. But then he's reinforcing, "If you want a cut."