“got what was comin’ to him.” is what your boyfriend finally says after minutes of silence. probably trying to back up his reason for getting into a fight with another survivor.

it had ended with you practically having to haul him off, him still snarling with bloodied knuckles.

and now, he sat in front of you; getting his hand bandaged up.

“s’all stupid,” he mumbles, gaze cast downward as he continues to bite at the inside of his bottom lip.