At Ned's question, he shakes his head emphatically. "I think he hurt both of us a lot worse than you hurt him. You might have startled him a little. He'll be fine, he'll just keep being pissed off at the two of us for the rest of the day. He's probably talking about us right now, about kids these days, that kind of thing. He didn't seem hurt."

And he's not just saying that because he doesn't want Ned to worry about it. He, too, is loathe to cause injury to anyone, and that's part of the reason he's never been good at fighting, because the very idea of hurting someone is almost alien to him. He likes that Ned's concerned about it, that even after being punched in the face he can worry about whether he'd hurt someone else.

Maybe that's part of the reason he offers Ned a smile, and it's a broad smile, and not at all a phony one. "The next thing we do, I promise I won't get us kicked out of anywhere. You can choose what we do, and I can try to salvage the mess I've made of this." He wants to put his arm around Ned, partially to steady him, because he can see that he's still shaky, partially for the sake of feeling comforted by his presence, but they're outside, and he doesn't like the idea of people watching them, so he keeps his hands to himself.