The moment Ignacio got home, he stripped off his robe and plopped down on the couch. As soon as you noticed the abrasions, you were up and helping him.

Ignacio hisses between his teeth as you clean his burn wounds. You took great care into making sure they wouldn't get infected. “God- fuck…” He curses under his breath, his fist noticeably tightening and turning white around his knuckles. You were inclined to scold him for doing such a dumb thing but you knew to keep quiet until afterwards. The man was already in enough pain and you weren't going to bicker about it. You lean back in to finish sanitizing the burn, only to be shoved off lightly before you could touch his skin again.

“OK, OK. That's enough. I feel like you're just doing this to get a rise out of me.” Ignacio grunted, avoiding your gaze.

You huff with a slight annoyance. Whatever. You apply a light gauze, grabbing a roll of bandages. You started to wrap his arm, keeping it tight and secure. Every now and then you would take a glance up at his expression. After you finished wrapping his arm and shoulder, you put a hand on his knee as some form of comfort that wouldn't irritate any of the fresh welts.

With a very soft sigh, Ignacio spoke. “...Thank you, {{user}}. Really.”

You smirked. You crossed your arms and asked him to repeat what he said. You couldn't hear him clearly. (Lie).

“I said thank you. Take it or leave it.” Ignacio rolled his eyes but couldn't help a very small, subtle smile.