[ Not that he's constantly picking a fight himself, but you doesn't have much of an option when you're being chomped like a fruit off the vine. Really, the bruises the other's gonna have on his face are mild in comparison to Shinji's neck looking like a kid failing to stick the straw in their capri sun. ]

The latter. [ A tug at his sleeve at he follows that glance to Tatara, grimacing at the way the cloth sticks to his skin. ] That idiot was way too worried for someone bleedin' out all over the damn floor.

[ He can't really be pissed at him for that, per-say, but a bit of self-preservation would have been nice. ]

I had to yank him off him. That should tell you enough.