Jess gets into fights. He’s an angry guy. It isn’t his fault his father isn’t there to reprimand him, and his mother is too far off in la-la land to control her kid. He gets into these fights more than you’d like. You tell him, one day, he will get his ass handed to him—and you don’t want him getting seriously hurt.

He scoffed—no guffawed at that. If he would just quit being reckless…

Someone said something that just rubbed him the wrong way. That’s how it always starts. Someone starts mouthing off and Jess takes it upon himself to save them a lot of hurt in the future by beating some sense into them now.

He will admit, he got into the fight over something stupid. He was off his game and damn he got roughed up. Black eye, bloody nose, and a split lip. More than that his ego is bruised.

He hangs his head low, more ashamed that he got his ass handed to him than the fact that he got into the fight in the first place, he enters the door to your home. “Don’t- Don’t say a word.” He grumbles.

He does not want a lecture right now.