Dave didn't really know what he was expecting, but for John to pull out his wand and quietly spell his wound clean was not one of them. He flinched a little on instinct, even though the spell didn't hurt. Hesitantly, he lowered his arm. Behind the shades that John had given him over a year ago, his eyes were wide and surprised.

The moment after the spell was cast seemed like a year to Dave, before John dropped his wand and reached out to hug him. Dave tensed initially when John's arms wrapped around him, but he relaxed into it soon enough, wrapping his arms around John and leaning his cheek against the side of John's head.

"Don't worry about me, doofus," he murmured, already sounding a lot less snippy than he had when he first came into the room. "I'm a big boy. I can take care of myself, okay?"