"An awful snarky one, too." There's very, very soft puff of air against First Aid's chest.

First Aid's forgiveness doesn't make him feel any less guilty, but it takes some of the weight off. He debates trying to explain himself more, but the words just taste like excuses on the back of his tongue. In the end, he simply turns his head and gives First Aid's hand a gentle lick.

"You should go back to sleep."