That line of thinking makes you just as stupid as you look. [ Yuri's lips pursed, his fingertips digging in more firmly against the bandages, feeling how stinging pain lanced up his arm for it. It was distracting from the pain in his back and neck, at least. Still, he did as he'd been told, pulling out one of the kitchen chairs with his foot and dropping heavily into it, sprawling petulantly and slouching as he gave the other a dirty look. ]

You're getting all fussy about a little scratch. Shouldn't you be more interested in the asshole who took off from our balcony? [ Yuri didn't like anyone fussing over him, mostly because he didn't know how to handle that sort of attention. It wasn't something he was used to- to be babied. At least not from anyone but his grandpa, and even then his grandpa knew when not to fuss over him, too. ]