Yep, Dave figured that John would guess who it was. His defensive hackles rose again. "It was an accident. He didn't mean to draw blood." If John suspected that was a lie, hopefully he'd also realize that he shouldn't push the subject. As far as Dave was concerned, it was an accident. "His sword broke mine and then kept going."

It wasn't a complete recounting of events. Dave was leaving out the fact that he'd referred to his egg donor by a fuckton of slurs that she probably didn't entirely deserve. As far as he was concerned, John hadn't asked for the why, just the how. He rolled up his sleeve and showed John the cut, which was clean of dry blood and mostly healed up. "I'm fine now, he fixed me up."