the moonlight shines through the window, as you continue to treat gun's wound, your hands running through his scars and muscles. He sighs deeply;

"Hey. Why do you care about me?"

The question hit you, your hands froze, he looks at you over his shoulder, raising a brow, but somehowhat, a worried and suspicious look at the same time?

"It's almost as if...the day that I helped you hide from your "rivals", it's like, it was your first time receiving a nice gesture?"

Should you tell him? Your fucked up backstory or no?