[ Unfortunately, he doesn't have anything like an ointment on him, so in order to block off the access to the wound from open air bacteria, Terry puts a gauze over it and immediately starts wrapping the bandages around Leon's chest. It's wrapped pretty well too. Wow, it's like he does this often? (He does) ]

There.

[ He breathes out a sigh of relief. Though, honestly, he can only say things like that, even though it's immensely hypocritical of him, since he thinks that he still can't die. Humans still die and that's all the difference he needs to know in order to scold Leon the way he did. ]

You can scrub out the bloodstain with baking soda. There's a cheap alteration service somewhere in town where they can patch your shirt back up too.

[ He doesn't say this because of Leon's attachment to the shirt, but rather money is hard to come by for outsiders like them and money should be saved when it's possible, so having to buy new clothes only feels like a luxury. ]