“This is unnecessary,” he grumbled, wincing as you bandaged his wound, though his voice lacked its usual monotonous edge, he simply let you care for his wounds. “I can take care of myself, you know?” He sighed, rolling his eyes at your relentless persistence.

He was never one to rely on others — in fact, he despised the idea of it, but with you … it was stupid, he was stupid for feeling this. His gaze drifted from the wound to your face as you tended to him.

He never felt so warm.