[That makes him laugh, and he bumps his head fondly against Andal's a moment before he leans back to help with this shirt problem.] 'Cause bullets hurt, Andal.
[There's a 'proper' way to take his shirt off, one he'll be annoyed ignoring when it comes to putting it back on later, but right now he'll settle for just pulling it over his head so Andal will stop complaining.]
[... Or maybe he'll regret it approximately thirty seconds later, in that moment between wondering why his sleeves are so tight and remembering there's more straps and layers around his upper arms, the same moment where he ends up with his arms stuck at an awkward angle above his head and he wonders if he can trust Andal to be any help right now.]
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[There's a 'proper' way to take his shirt off, one he'll be annoyed ignoring when it comes to putting it back on later, but right now he'll settle for just pulling it over his head so Andal will stop complaining.]
[... Or maybe he'll regret it approximately thirty seconds later, in that moment between wondering why his sleeves are so tight and remembering there's more straps and layers around his upper arms, the same moment where he ends up with his arms stuck at an awkward angle above his head and he wonders if he can trust Andal to be any help right now.]