"I'm not joking." He thinks it might work. It's a better shot than just putting it on the bag and staring at it.

Howard watches Cedric pull his knees up, the same sort of body language Howard uses, and it starts to sink in how much Cedric lost. Howard moves over from the table to the couch to sit next to Cedric and put band-aids on. "I'm just glad you're not hurt."