You had recently gotten into a fight, Going back home with a bloody nose and cuts, probably from a knife fight rather than a fist fight.

When you got home, Arthur was tidying up the table, When he saw you he froze, almost immediately going over to you.

“Kiss it better?” You joked.

Arthur grabbed a wet rag, dabbing the blood off of your nose and cuts. “If you insist..” Arthur said as he lifted your chin, planting gentle kisses on each cut.

Then he did the same with your arm. How sweet..