[Ugh. Fine. Up Mav goes, too, dropping his supplies onto his desk instead before hopping on up there himself. He shoves a leg under one of the chair's arms to lock it in place and tug Kano closer to him again.]

Doesn't fucking matter. You got me most of this shit, I'll use it how I fucking want, and what I fucking want is to get you to stop bleeding all over the damn place and make it not so damn obvious this wasn't a fucking accident. Now can I do that?