"No, I got dressed when you said you were coming over." It was actually the truth, but it was difficult to come up with a clever answer while faced with an injured Reverb. He should probably have asked whether he was hurt, not just Axel, but he couldn't change his priorities. Hartley's fingers had gone to his flute without thinking. If only there was value in killing Reverb.

"I have a first aid kit. You can bleed on my couch."