It was more like a gouge than a gash, but the swelling and color probably made it look pretty damn permanent. He blinked at Harold for a moment, not really all that sure about being able to hold still with someone touching his face like that -- well, obviously not counting being snogged in a lake, but he was pretty stoned at the time -- and then nodded. He wouldn't be able to use his left hand like that, and it was awfully hard to clean something like that with only one hand. "I... guess. I tried cleanin' it up, but..." He gestured, right-handed, a nervous motion. He didn't want any bandages, but having it cleaned properly would probably be wise.