"I'm pretty sure you qualify for 'dumb enough'." Harlow joked, smiling at his expression. Something about the eyebrow wiggles just made her feel giggly. She rolled her eyes with a smile at his next comment, taking her cup to the sink to wash it out. "I think he may be allergic. Or he could just really hate poptarts." She said playfully. "Speaking of, how's the poptart leg?"

"Thank you." He said mockingly, glaring at her. He crossed his arms for a moment to add to it. He smiled at the eyeroll. "I would be so offended if he was allergic to poptarts." He but his chin in his palm, watching her take her cup away. He looked down at his leg for a moment, dropping his arm. "It feels like my leg. It doesnt feel great but its definitely my leg." He smiled up at her. That was quite an understatement, it was very unpleasant but still.

"You're quite welcome." She retorted, the same mocking tone of voice. She glanced over her shoulder at him and smiled. "I know. How dare he be allergic to poptarts?" She asked sarcastically, using a mock tone of disgust. She nodded at his answer as she put the cup away, walking back to the couch. "That's weirdly understandable." She smiled.

He snickered slightly. "Maybe you should warn him next time, he obviously wasn't prepared for the presence of poptarts." He adjusted his seat carefully. His shoulder was still a bit sore but better than it had been. Probably from the other wound he'd aquired. "It certainly feels weird. This one is a little weirder than I remember it being." He shrugged slightly.

"Yeah, I do think that was my fault. He wasn't prepared for the glory of them." Harlow chuckled, settling beside him and looking over his wounds from where she sat. "Well, you don't usually dislocate your arm and get shot in the leg within the course of a few days, so weird seems pretty fitting."

He snickered, poparts were glorious though, he wouldn't argue. He looked over at her, tilting his head slightly. "Last time I got shot it was equally as unpleasant but maybe a little less obvious feeling. Hard to hide this one." He grinned slightly, looking down at it. He looked over at her. "Have you ever been shot?" He asked curiously toned.

"I assume that getting shot will always be, y'know... not pleasant." Harlow teased, looking at his leg in thought. She raised her eyebrows at the question, bringing her gaze to meet his. "Oh, yeah. A few times." She nodded lightly, as if it were no big deal.

"When you have to walk on it I think it gets worse," he nodded, sharply, He tilted his head, a feeeeew? "Where?" He looked more curious now, like a child in his tone and expression. She just ..looked like she'd never been on the losing end of a fight.

"Yeah, walk it off doesn't really apply to gunshot wounds." Harlow nodded, tilting her head at the question with a smile. She answered it without question none the less. "Here." She muttered, lifting her shirt slightly and pointing to a pale scar close to her left side. "Here." She muttered, pulling at the neckline of her shirt to show another small scar on her shoulder. "Aaaaand..." She paused, as if she had to think to remember it. "Oh, yeah, in the foot." She nodded gesturing to her right foot vaguely. "Why the curiousity?" She asked, smiling.

He tipped his head, he glanced over all of them, collectively, it was awesome. It looked like it hurt but still. He looked back to her eyes. "Because I didn't really take you for the type to get shot. Like a lady john wick. Granted he got shot but still." He crossed arms.