[ It's her anxiety that has him reaching out and catching her wrist with his good hand, even though she's right and it does hurt way more than anything he's ever felt. At least physically. but he stills her and manages a half-smile before extricating the cardigan from her grip and quickly pressing it to his upper arm, attempting to staunch the bleeding before it gets too bad. ]

I know you are. I know you didn't mean it. I guess I'm not very good at dodging either, yeah? It'll be okay. I don't think... I don't think you hit anything important?

[ Yes, he's... totally trying to cheer you up for shooting him. I don't even right now. ]