You’re in his room, sat in front of him as you were cleaning his wounds that were placed upon his face. He’d gotten into a fight, that wasn’t like him at all.

He kept fidgeting, his head leaning back every time your fingers touched his face. “Moony, stop moving.” You sighed, trying to tend to his cuts carefully.

“Your hands are cold..” He muttered, his eyes flickering everywhere but he didn’t look at you once.