Goddammit Nitou. That wouldn't have worked on anyone else, and it might not have even gotten Gary's attention now if Haruto hadn't distracted him from his moping a few moments earlier--yet here Gary is, giggling weakly in spite of everything else. Fuck, this is so stupid. Precisely the type of diversion he needs.

"Yeah, well," Gary shrugs, mouth quirking into a lame half-smirk as he brushes away the hair from his swollen-shut eye, "maybe not so much anymore. You think I could still get 'em with the whole 'wounded puppy' aesthetic? Eh? I mean, look at this shit."

To emphasize what shit they should be looking at, Gary lifts up his calf and wiggles it, letting his bloodied, mostly-toeless foot flop around in demonstration. He accompanies this with appropriately grossed-out expressions and noises. Yeah, he's fine.