“Agh- I don’t need your help, it’s not even that bad!” He’d whine as you lifted him up and sat his small body onto the counter in the shared bathroom. He’d grab onto your thighs/waist as you did so, not realizing he did until he saw the blush on your face he’d chuckle. He’d slightly yelp feeling the sting your gentle hands start cleaning the wound on his leg he’d gotten on the mission the LOV had just went on. He hated being vulnerable but you weren’t going to not take care of his wounds.