Danielle dabbed at his wound, not saying anything until she grabbed the rubbing alcohol, pouring a bit on the cloth. 
"This is going to hurt, I'm sorry." She said quietly, before she dabbed at it twice until she was sure it was clean. She tossed the rag onto her counter, and sat next to him again, exhaling. 
"You have a place you're staying at?" Danielle asked him, glancing at the clock. It was almost midnight, and she thought she could hear someone downstairs in the cafe but to Tyler, it would only be a few minutes until 12:01. 
"I can drive you there in a few minutes, or you're welcome to stay here for the night and we'll figure something in the morning. Everything always looks better in the morning. Except maybe those bruises, those might look pretty nasty in the light." Danielle tried to joke, to lighten the mood but she didn't know if it came across quite right.