Randall did pause briefly when he came back and saw that Quentin had gotten undressed even more. So maybe things weren't as bad as he was worried about. He took a breath and walked the rest of the way into the room, closing the door behind him.

"You okay?" he asked now that there was a chance the answer might be 'yes'. "I don't always know my own strength. I didn't accidentally..." He swallowed. "Hurt you. Did I?"

And then he offered Quentin the water, as if that could change his mind about whether or not Randall had hurt him.