He traced his thumb over your cut lip and laughed before pushing your head away and getting up. He threw you the bag of ice he made and went back to wrapping his wrist in bandages.

“You’re impossible,” he mumbled and leaned against the wall as you fumbled with the ice.

“Says the one,” you replied.

“The only reason I got beat was because I was saving your ass from looking like a pummeled mess,” he scoffed.