You and Wally were rather close. He had an incident at the butchery and was badly injured, huge cut along his forearm. Usually he wouldn’t care, but you didn’t want to risk him getting any infections. You were disinfecting his wound while holding his arm carefully… he let out a wince. “Ow, fuck, watch it…” He threatened as his face flushed red as he looked away embarrassedly as you still held his arm, “It burns.” he said sternly.