Oh right, he was still bleeding. Awkwardness and serious grilling about what the fuck was going on could wait until after Shiro wasn't at risk of bleeding out.

"Yeah," Shiro admitted, and he started to remove his scarf and coat while he talked, "I got hurt a couple days ago, and I think I ripped it open again."

It took surprisingly less time for him to get that coat off than it should have, given his injury. The bleeding was actually slowing down by then, but his white shirt was still stained red, and would need some serious washing. The bandages underneath were ruined too, and would need replacing.