[A scar is the last thing Jean needs -- and if Eren's suture skills are anything like his wound clearing skills, then a nasty scar is probably the best he could hope for. Even so, he knows that insulting him and calling him every colorful name under the sun won't help. And he's gotta admit: Eren didn't have to come out and help him, but he did it anyway, and he should at least be thankful for that.

So Jean calms down -- or calms down as much as a guy with this type of injury can -- and grumbles under his breath as he applies more pressure with the bundled shirt.]

Just...forget it. I'll figure something out...

[He nods toward the bottle of stolen whiskey. The ache throbbing in his arm is starting to reach barely tolerable levels and doesn't look like it'll slow down at this point.]

Hand me that.