He had gotten home from a… particularly rough mission, and had gotten a bad wound on his stomach, so now you had him sat on the bathroom counter next to the sink, his shirt off/lifted up while you bandaged the IMP’s wound. ”A-ah- you’re so damn rough for a littler one- hey!” He’d say, wincing as you tightened the bandages around his waist, letting out an involuntary rattle as his tail rattled.