[Trust Jin to get in a fight with a giant dinosaur and still have enough energy to chatter at roughly five miles a second. This, more than anything, is enough to reassure Yusuke that he's going to be all right, though it still takes several minutes for him to stop looking at Jin like he's not sure whether he wants to congratulate him on surviving that whole ordeal or if he wants to hammer-throw him back into the lake as punishment for being an idiot. He's not going to pretend that he's got any place to criticize Jin for doing something stupid, but fuck, man, that stunt could've gotten him killed, if that sort of thing was possible here! Had he been given an opportunity to do so amidst Jin's yammering, Yusuke would've told him, in no uncertain terms, that what happened at the tournament was different, that the context of these two situations weren't at all the same, and dumbass, if you're gonna do something that dangerous, at least call him beforehand so he can be there to carry your ass to the hospital if you break your neck! Seriously, he doesn't even wanna think of what might've happened here if he hadn't been nearby...
... but okay, whatever. If Jin's not gonna make a big deal out of it, Yusuke guesses he won't either. He's never been one for lectures, anyway, and besides, the sooner he gets Jin to the center, the better. He's still gonna make a bit of a face at him once he's (finally) finished talking, though; if you're lookin' for kudos on tumbling from the top of a tower and not dying while you're still bleeding all over the place, Jin, you've got another gosh darned thing coming. >:I]
Yeah. Sure.
[And without further ado, Yusuke slings one of Jin's arms around his shoulders, grabs him around the torso, and gingerly heaves both himself and his demon buddy up onto their feet. As he supports Jin's weight with his own, he immediately notices something wet soaking through his shirt; whether it's blood or water or a combination of both, he's not sure, but as accustomed to being on the battlefield as he is, the possibility of it being the former doesn't really skeeve him out at all. If anything, it just makes him more concerned. How much blood is Jin losing?]
Can you walk?
[... he asks, because as far as he can tell, that Aerodactyl managed to tear into Jin's legs pretty badly. Remind him never to get into a wrestling match with Aja.]
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... but okay, whatever. If Jin's not gonna make a big deal out of it, Yusuke guesses he won't either. He's never been one for lectures, anyway, and besides, the sooner he gets Jin to the center, the better. He's still gonna make a bit of a face at him once he's (finally) finished talking, though; if you're lookin' for kudos on tumbling from the top of a tower and not dying while you're still bleeding all over the place, Jin, you've got another gosh darned thing coming. >:I]
Yeah. Sure.
[And without further ado, Yusuke slings one of Jin's arms around his shoulders, grabs him around the torso, and gingerly heaves both himself and his demon buddy up onto their feet. As he supports Jin's weight with his own, he immediately notices something wet soaking through his shirt; whether it's blood or water or a combination of both, he's not sure, but as accustomed to being on the battlefield as he is, the possibility of it being the former doesn't really skeeve him out at all. If anything, it just makes him more concerned. How much blood is Jin losing?]
Can you walk?
[... he asks, because as far as he can tell, that Aerodactyl managed to tear into Jin's legs pretty badly. Remind him never to get into a wrestling match with Aja.]