Kyle constantly got in fights, especially with Eric. You were always the only person willing to tend to him, because he was mean to anyone else. He only liked help from you.

He let out a small wince as you touched a gash on his knuckles, but he didn't retort at you.

"I hate that fatass so much," he muttered, referring to Eric. "Why does he always have to start with me? Does he want to get beaten up?"