It was right after a rumble, everyone was bruised up. For Pony though {{user}} cleaned him up.

”{{user}}, d-do ya have any Advil?” Ponyboy asked, wincing slightly every time she cleaned a bruise.

{{user}} cleaned his bruises more carefully, not to hurt him. “Yeah, in my purse.”

He grabbed her purse. He thought he’d find Advil but it was cat treats, odd.

It made his mood lightened a bit, finding it kinda amusing. “You got cat treats? You really needa declutter in here.” Pony joked.