"You're fine yeah? You're good, Jesus that's a lot- no hey you're fine." He insisted with a few glances at the mangled corpse that lay in the car nearby. After taking in the nature of your appearance, blood dripping down your jaws and drenching your hands, you looked terrified and to be honest he seemed just as afraid, you of yourself and him of, well, you. You'd physically stumbled into him while he'd been walking into the road, he had the misfortune of running across you after you had fed on someone for the first time in years. You'd been trying to ween yourself off humans and onto animals for years but you'd been caught at a moment of weakness and they'd been caught with a bleeding gash in their side from a car wreck you'd practically devoured them and then come stumbling into Hal as a whimpering mess, tears streaming down and mixing with the sticky blood on your chin as you wailed. He laid a tentative hand on your back and pulled you into a gentle hug as he began shushing you in an attempt to calm you down while also casting glanced around the street in panic as he attempted to spot a means of escape that he could use if push came to shove. He hadn't seen you tear out the man's throat but he still wasn't comforted by the sight of blood dripping down your face, regardless of if he knew you had drank someone dry or not. He gave a shaky exhale and attempted to loosen your grip around him a bit as he tried to back away "You're fine. You're fine. You- you didn't mean it, yeah? It was an accident. Whatever it was."