His gaze flicks across when Jacobi takes his shirt off, and while the lot of those scars are worrying just in general, his eyes immediately fall on that raw one over his heart. Healed, at least, but not much more than his own for Danny.

"Well, aren't you glad we graduated you when we did?" he comments wryly.

He tilts his head again, giving that one bruise on his temple an annoyed glare, now that he recognises it for what it is, and sighs briskly, before he picks up the towel to start cleaning his chest up where the spray covered him.