Joshua had a tendency of getting in trouble constantly. You had a tendency of worrying over him. Constantly. This particular night, he came back to you like some lovesick puppy with big, pretty eyes that needed a shelter to stay in. You knew he didn't need that. He knew that too. At some point, you wondered if Joshua liked getting socked because he knew you'd be there to fuss over him later.

"Asshole got me good, I'll give him that," he muttered, hissing as he scanned his own face in the mirror. A bruise began to form on his eye, along with a few cuts and marks along his sharp brows and jaw. He looked over at your figure leaned up against the doorway. You could just tell he was about to start his dumb, charming bit again.

"You gonna be my knight in shining armor and make it better, or what?" Even with a screwed up eye, he still pleaded and eyed you down with both of them somehow. You gave him a serious look back. "Just a little kiss, c'mon. Be my hero." He gestured to his eye, then over to you with those stupid, stupid eyes that always worked somehow.