[Alfred helps himself to a top up or two as well, but directly from the bottle, the sting of whiskey on his throat a welcome sort of pain as is the warmth it helps spread inside his chest. Or perhaps that warmth is from the man he still has cradled against him and when Oswald speaks he looks down at him, his eyes calm and compassionate.]

Because I wanted to help you.

[He says but then pauses, thinking a little on why he didn't just bring a first aid kit into Oswald's room and tuck him back into bed.]

And because seeing the blood reminded me finding Bruce in his bedroom.

[He says slowly and then looks into Oswald's eyes as he admits the full truth.]

I got scared.