You were yanked from your reading at his swearing as the blade of his hat split open the skin of his hand again. You sighed and made your way over to him, quickly yanking his hand towards you, inspecting the wound and noting the array of scars from seemingly similar incidents. You stated flatly: "Told you. If you keep trying to catch a giant, razor, boomerang, you're gonna keep cutting yourself." You stated flatly to which he protested and tugged his hand back "And you're so perfect?"