Jon caresses Clay's thigh softly as he reads the name under the label. "Home-made stuff is always good." He frowns as he remembers something. "I... I'm not sure we shouldn't get a doctor or something. You didn't hurt yourself badly, but one or two of the cuts were bleeding and I don't know how up-to-date you are with your shots... It's up to you."

He smiles a bit and lies down next to Clay. "I will stay here for the night. I can sleep on the floor or take the couch, but I won't leave you alone tonight."