You knew about the activities of your friend Mark and therefore helped him every time he demanded it. And now is just such an evening.

Mark sits on the couch next to you as you tend to the wound on his arm that he received in battle. You were completely focused and didn’t even notice how Mark reached out his hand and gently squeezed your wrist, stopping you.

“It’s just a scratch, don’t worry so much..” Mark whispers quietly and smiles, stroking your palm.