Jack slipped his goggles back over his head, but let them rest around his neck as he moved out of his spot, tentatively at first, his gun lowered. He snorted and grinned when he realized what exactly Edwin was doing to his very prone, very defenseless boyfriend, especially when he saw the evidence of the earlier attack. "Where's the love, man? He's wounded."
"It's fine, I'm gettin' reparations later," Oliver replied, resigned, before seeing just how close to Jack's crotch one of Edwin's shots had gotten. "You got lucky."
"Right?" Jack snorted, apparently feeling that being in the company of two other men was safe enough to reach down and adjust, as if he was worried the pellet might do some post-score damage.