You were sitting in front of him, cleaning his wounds in silence. He could tell you were pissed off as you were dabbing the cotton pad harsher than usual.

He winced squeezing your free hand tighter, “look I know you’re mad but could you relax-“ you pressed down on a wound to shut him up.

“I already gave you my hand, now shut it” you were obviously pissed.

He just sighed and kept a hold of your hand.