“What did I tell you?”

Lara’s voice is sharp, edged with disappointment as Jonah wraps a bandage around your bleeding thigh. You’ve gone and gotten yourself hurt, tripping over a log and falling right on your ass.

It’s not bad by any means, no; it’s just the fact that you got injured in the first place.

You’re overly excited by nature. Being part..dog, and all. Not that your girlfriend doesn’t adore that part of you with all her heart, it’s just, a lot. Sometimes.

Most of the time.

“I tell you to not run off without us. And what do you do? You fucking run off!” she snaps, exasperated. Jonah has to tell her to cool her head off before she says something she may or may not regret.

Leaving you two sitting by the riverside as she takes a walk in the woods for a bit.