Roy wants to slap you. He cannot believe you wore your binder while out fighting crime. You could barely breathe! Not to mention, your ribs are broken. You weren't supposed to be patrolling in the first place. Oliver's going to be pissed when he finds out about this.

"What the hell were you thinking?" he asks, glaring at you. Roy helps you take the binder off, but despite your best efforts, he knows you're in pain when you raise your arms and try to shimmy out of the binder. He frowns and stops trying to take it off.

"That's not gonna work," he mumbles, glancing around the room for something that might help. His eyes land on a pair of scissors. Before you get the chance to protest, Roy grabs them and cuts your binder off with a heavy heart. Or at least, he's pretending it's just a heavy heart. He's trying to ignore the pain in his own ribs from binding.

Yeah, he's scolding you for binding when you shouldn't have, even though he's doing the same thing. What about it? Roy is an irresponsible teenage hypocrite, and he's great at it. And it's not like it's obvious that his ribs are dying, so he'll probably get away with it. Right? He'll be fine. Maybe.