"I never say anything stupid." And indeed, while Hartley's eyebrows might have gone up a little, he took this in stride. All he did was get up to sit on the couch, gently guiding him to lean forward a little. "It's going to need stitches, but at least it looks like a flesh wound and the bullet went straight through. Also, you have better abs than I'd have thought."

What? It was true. Reverb tended to be very covered, not exactly the tight costume for him. He had nice abs, that was a surprise. Hartley carefully cleaned out the wound, wondering privately why Reverb hadn't gotten top surgery. Probably because he had no time for the recovery or maybe he didn't want it. Both very possible and he wasn't about to ask. Not worth dying over, something like this.