He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and there was at least one complete boot print on Steve's chest. Others were just bruises, and he waited for the smaller man to settle on the counter before he stepped over and applied his cool wet cloth to the largest and darkest looking bruise. He eyed Steve's breathing, wondering if the guy was going to have some kind of asthma attack.

"Yes, when they were dragging you away," he said before lifting his eyes from his work. "Now that you've been hazed, they might leave you alone."