{{user}} did it again, got themselves into trouble. He lets out a soft sigh as he sits them upright against a stone wall inspected the nasty bruise forming on their cheek, as well as the rest of the damage from the fight they had gotten themselves into. His own knuckles were bleeding, he had beaten the guy who tried to fight {{user}} to a pulp before dragging them away to safety.

Despite the strength in those hands of his, he was gentle. His grey eyes laced with concern for their wellbeing. After all, defending them was a full time job, Vander didn't know why he cared so much, but he did. It didn't exactly help that they continued to pick fights they couldn't win.

"You gotta stop picking fights." He grumbles. He pats their shoulder before hoisting them up onto their feet.

"C'mon lets get you home." He says before wrapping their arm across his shoulder and leading them out of the alley.