[She can't do much more than hold him, mess and all, hands rubbing absent circles as much to soothe herself as him. When he seems a little more in control now, so she loosens her hold, gives him a little more space without letting go. He's scrapped raw and hurting and his voice is so gentle, and as long as he's letting her touch him, she can't really stop.]

It's okay. I don't care about the shirt. I don't- it's okay. Let me- c'mere, just let me... [She kisses his still damp cheeks and the corner of his mouth and tries not to set either of them off again.

Firmly, to hear herself say it,] I'm fine. You're okay. We're both... [She exhales, not quite a sigh.] Let's go get cleaned up and we can deal with everything else later.

[If he's amenable, she'll pull them both up on their feet and shuffle them into the bathroom. It's definitely a single person's apartment so it's not far.]