[ he's worn shirts with a lot more damage, this one is nothing. besides, he's not sure they're at the borrowing each other's clothes stage yet- though he doubts she'd leave him stranded. ]

Okay, so you got me. Maybe it was only the one thing I could do with my busted up arm.

[ the kissing. he probably means the kissing.

anyway, it's somehow just as hot with her putting on his shirt as if she was taking it off, and that really says something, doesn't it? it's not just that he's a horny teenager, nope. that's not exactly what he's known for, despite his cocky bullshit. ]

Figured we'd have to switch it up since we already did things backwards. But it wasn't really your choice to get my shirt off, so. I don't want to be a presumptuous shit.

[ his smirk turns into a smile when she ruffles up his hair, probably making it worse off than it already was, but he doesn't care. ]

Thanks for patching me up. Wasn't sure if I was gonna make it there for a minute.

[ it's probably best she doesn't know how often this happens to him, though she does already know he likes to fight, so at least there's that. ]