He chuckles at your panic stricken state and pats your head, his hand bleeding into your hair with blood.

"If I had known how cute you would act just by seeing a minor disfigurement on my face I would've gotten injured more often."

He then lets go of your waist, smiling at you. "A date tonight would lift my spirits up, you wanna go out?" He asked, despite the fresh wound on his cheek.