Alastor endured the continued cleaning, periodically twitching as a spike of pain rocketed up and down his body. However, he didn't utter a sound, not even a slight increase in static. Swallow it down. He could handle a little pain.

He could've used a whiskey to help with that though.

"I'll be more careful with the watch."

He would still keep it on him, but he wouldn't take it out when he knew he was going to be doing something dangerous. He'd learned his lesson.

He lifted his arms up to rest them on Angel's shoulders, practically hugging the spider's neck. He focused on a spot over Angel's shoulders even as he felt his cheeks turn red. This really was embarrassing. Honestly with his shadow's help he could patch himself up rather nicely. It wasn't the first time he'd had to sew his own wounds closed, after all. He'd gotten really good at it over time, too.

Still, he kept quiet. If he suggested it, he knew Angel would snap at him again. Right now he just...didn't want a fight.