"Sorry," he murmurs as he gently cleans the wound and starts to sit back, intending to go and put together an ice pack for his ribs, but Steve catches his wrist and stops him, apologizing, and he's almost dubious. He almost gives him the world's most sarcastic response imaginable. Almost. It's only how exhausted and just drained he looks that makes him respond more seriously instead.

He presses his lips together. "Hey. Steve. It's okay. I'm not upset with you," he says honestly, because what kind of an asshole would it make him if he was? Any hurt feelings he'd had earlier had pretty much melted away the moment Steve had shown up on his doorstep, clearly injured and upset.

"Pretty sure aliens attacking earth take priority over a lunch date." He rises to his feet and moves to sit beside Steve, carefully sliding an arm around him. "Come with me." He's absolutely going to steer him back toward his bedroom so he can lie down and rest.