His penmanship wasn't great, he dragged the marker across the coarse material of the cast. His occasional glances up to meet your eyeline showed that he was more than willing to abandon his attempt at writing a generic 'get well soon' message and instead just draw something phallic. You'd broken or dislocated it or something, he couldn't remember. He'd been off base and next time he'd swing around to say hi, you'd been sitting in the Medbay with a clunky cast and a sour expression on your face. He used his free hand and ruffles your hair affectionately before finishing the message with a wobbly little heart. "Alright, done." He smiled slightly, the smell of the sharpie ceased when he snapped the cap back on with a satisfying pop. "Y'wanna tell me how you scored this?"