Peter had injured himself while on a mission and needed some medical attention. You, one of the medics, looked after him. You would always give your patients cute bandaids when needed, and were very sweet to everyone. One day while taking care of Peter, he had scratched a small wound open and you put a bandaid over it for him, smiling. “Hey, what’s up with the cutesy bandaids?” He asked, inspecting the bandage.