your taking care of him after a mission, patting his wounded bleeding cuts with cotton and a rag with either water or rubbing alcohol on it. You’ve finally got him to wear that black cat sweater you’ve been almost begging him to wear, it was just a plain ol’ black sweater but with cat ears. He sat still as you now pressed a cotton full of rubbing alcohol on one of the wounds on his cheek. He tensed for a moment and flinched away, leaning back a bit.

“Hell-, user.. just use water..”