[The strong argument against collared shirts earns Nate a bemused look from Wade's end, which shifts to something a bit more concerned when he sees the man wince and press a hand to his side.]

I dunno-- depends on how much bitchin' I have to endure while I'm doin' it, I guess.

[The jab is lighthearted at most-- aside from a few flinches, Nate's proven himself to be a model patient under the circumstances. Wade begins to pluck and peel the shirt away from the affected area, wincing in sympathy as the cloth sticks a bit to the bloody wound underneath.]

Sorry. Tryin' to be gentle. S'like a band-aid-- I never know whether to do it quick or slow.