Clarence made a small sound of pain when he felt the wipe touch his cut. It hadn't hurt too much before, since Sam hadn't been completely gone yet, but now, since he was, Clarence could fully feel the stinging pain of it. He hissed in pain again when Emory started wrapping his arm, but it was barely audible. The bandage pressing against his wound stung, too, but he knew the pain would subside in a bit.
He thought about the words Emory had tried to say when Clarence had asked him why he cut him. He said Sam...Sam had made him do that. Clarence felt awful. How did Emory feel about that...? He hoped he wasn't too upset, but how could he not be? Clarence knew that he would most likely be apologizing non-stop if he had ever done something like that to Emory..."E-Em...I-I'm sorry he made you do that..." Clarence said quietly, looking up at Emory.