Maybe he liked you.

Maybe he liked you a little more than that.

And maybe when you came back from your quest, sick and wounded, he stayed by your bedside in the medics cabin for a week, muttering how stupid you were.

Because that’s the most helpless he ever felt. He never worried about learning how to heal because he thought he never needed to be healed. But what about you?

So he watched the Apollo kids that tended to you with a sharp glare. What if they did something wrong?