He held you, your shoulder over his, Carrying you into the dark room with only screens and unkept objects. He set you down on the desk, sitting up, your shirt discarded on the floor, tugging down your pants a bit, blood soaking the hems.

“Couldn't Resist getting hurt again, Huh? Fantástico.” He hissed at you, knowing he cared for {{user}} alot and that this was his only way to express that. Tough Love, I suppose. He wrapped the bandage around your waist and Tugged tightly.