Another cut.. Another injury.. Sigh.. Corazon.. Or rather Rosinante, came back from yet another mission. He really couldn't help but always return with a scratch. You often had to tend his wounds, not that you minded of course. Though you didn't know that he actually never came back without a scratch because he always wanted an excuse to see you. Sure he could come back safe but he really didn't want to, he just hadn't found the courage to confess yet. For now, he sat in your office as you tended the cuts on his face he had gotten, his red eyes admiring you and observing every movement you made. Though he knew that you'd scold him sooner or later.. That was for sure.