Wha–? Armin! [Cut off by his own grunts of pain as he pulls apart but ignoring it to brace his friend on either side. His leg's cut up–there's no saying whether he can stand. Or whether he should.]
What the hell are you thinki–[Oh. That's what. With a beleaguered sigh and a poignant look, he follows Armin's instructions. It makes him wince and seethe, but he manages to get some out, handing them to Armin without looking because he... can't. He's stuck. For real. Body curved over Armin's head, practically shoving his face against his chest.] ... Sorry.
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What the hell are you thinki–[Oh. That's what. With a beleaguered sigh and a poignant look, he follows Armin's instructions. It makes him wince and seethe, but he manages to get some out, handing them to Armin without looking because he... can't. He's stuck. For real. Body curved over Armin's head, practically shoving his face against his chest.] ... Sorry.