Keia was standing in front of you, leaning on the wall. He was covered in bruises and abrasions, and you don't know how to react. It's two in the morning, the guy didn't answer any of your calls, and now he came completely beaten.

...

It took you twenty minutes to treat all of his injuries. Keia was silent, you were also in no hurry to pester him with questions. Only gently touched his torn skin.

— I'm sorry you have to see me like this, snowflake.