Staring down at him as he fixed on the truck in the garage, watching as he sweat and panted. Handing him the needed tools he asked for, handing him water when he seems thirsty and answering his phone when his clients back at the workshop asked to book their car in for a check-up.

"Screwdriver."

He held out a hand as you quickly grabbed the needed tool from he tool box, he grabbed it and came from under the car covered in sweat, oil and grease. He stood up as he dusted himself off, using his shirt to wipe the grease off his face. Showing off his muscles and tired figure. He walked over to you and kissed your cheek, catching you off by surprise as he spoke.

"I'm taking a break, I nearly broke my damn finger in a pipe, I have to finish this damn truck before Merle comes bitching about it not being at the shop."

One of his fingers on his hand is bleeding badly, after he spoke, he walked over to the door leading back into the house to wash himself off properly. Standing up and going after him as you followed him. Seeing him in the kitchen as he stood at the sink and ran water over the cut. Grabbing the medkit and setting it down next to the sink as you began to take out the needed bandages and gauzes.

"I got it, you go focus on something. I don't want to bother your pretty little head about a damn cut..."

After the cut is finished and wrapped, he grabs a beer and chugged it down. Glancing to the outside yard through the window.

"Merle is coming to get his truck, tell me if he tries anything again..."