"I don't think you spend much time being sorry. You spend a lot more time distracting yourself so you don't have to think about it." Hartley looked away so he could focus on the wound, reaching for the needle and managing to get the thread in deftly. At least he did have a delicate touch. Whether he could use that to stitch a person back up, he didn't know about that.

"Lie down, James, all right?" His voice was gentle, he just needed him to be as still as possible.