Brent was struck by the words Korbin spoke. Not negatively, but the fact that they were the most meaningful words he had heard the boy say. For a moment, he wasn't sure how to respond. Then, with the hand that blood hadn't dripped on, Brent shook Korbin's hand. "I . . . I guess I should apologize, too. I said some things back there that were . . . inappropriate, so I'm sorry." Brent figured if Korbin would be willing to apologize, he should do the same, shortly afterwords noticing a restroom down the hall a little ways. "Uhm," he started, not sure exactly how to excuse himself. "I guess I should, uh, you know, clean up this blood." He made himself turn without waiting for a response and made his way to the restroom, knowing his face probably looked like it had been through a war.

Filling a sink with water, Brent began cleaning himself. Luckily, the blood had coagulated, and it was no longer running down his face. It would take a couple of minutes, but at least none of it had gotten on his clothes, meaning he wouldn't have to explain a blood stain to his parents.