Seoraj is replacing his own sweater, temporarily abandoned for the grunt work, when Bruce emerges; he shrugs it the rest of the way on and half-assedly tugs the hem of it less askew, but they're approximately equal in their total sartorial indifference and it's still not sitting quite right when he thinks that one over for a moment.

"If it won't kill me, I'll eat it," he settles on.