David knows his way around a first-aid kit, even if it's in braille. He takes the time though, to wash his hands and first, splashing cool water up his arms to help alleviate the warmth sticking to his skin. It was like having a bad sunburn, but he wanted to stitch up Matt's head first. It wouldn't take much, but the stitch would help the wound heal more subtly.

David is glad for the clothes, but wants to clean the soot off of him before he changes. However, he's more interested in Matt's well-being and pulls out a chair, depending on the sound of the legs on the floor to indicate its location to the astute man.

"Sit down. We'll get this out of the way for you." David wanted to keep his fussing to a minimum, he already knew how proud Matt was, and didn't want to be a bother. At least not any more than he's already been tonight.

Privately, he wonders just exactly what Matt did to delay the dogged McGee, but knows it will only be temporary. He'll need to get on the move again to avoid the inquisition that's soon to follow. It will soon feel like the reporter is in every corner, just waiting for David to turn around. He had to figure out a way to leave once he was sure Matt wouldn't need someone to mind that suture for infection.