Hmm, perhaps not 'nothing'... but certainly nothing to worry about.

[He glances up from the cut to catch Draco's sad puppydog eyes, making him raise his eyebrows.] Don't... do that. Don't give me that look.

It was a friendly fight. Just a bit of competition.

[He slipped his hand over Draco's, squeezing reassuringly.]

Honestly, if there's anything to be concerned about it's my leggings. [He looked over at the crumpled fabric with a quiet sigh.]

Am I done? Can I thank you yet? Or do you have more painful remedies in store?