It's instinctive, the way Dodger leans in against his hand. He knows that. And he knows that Dodger is also a guy who almost killed a teenager in a wheelchair in an alleyway. But it's still just a little endearing, in a purely animal way. A purely human way.

When Dodger pulls his shirt up, Eddie hisses breath in through his teeth, and shifts, leaning over to pull the first aid kit he'd used to stabilize Ivar, pulling out a few packets of sterile gauze. Pulling a couple of them open, he tugs Dodger's hand away from his side and presses the gauze against one of the wounds, before guiding his hand back to it. Repeating the process as much as he can, he ends up holding one of them in place himself, biting his lower lip and glancing up at Dodger.

"Probably. But if you disappear off to wherever, you're probably going to die."