Aoi, wait, no--

[He grabs hold of his arms, gripping his spear in his other hand. This isn't the time to overreact, and Duster narrows his gaze.]

Everyone got hit by that attack. I got hurt while trying to knock out an arm, okay? [His closes his eyes and relaxes before opening them again. He's not mad, just...needs his boyfriend to calm down.] It's not their fault. I'm okay now.

[If Santa calms down, Duster will loosen his grip.]