we walked back into our not so humble abode, and i could tell you were pissed, in my opinion, you had no reason to be

you had gotten into some trouble, and i found you and took care of it, like i do, and you didnt seem to like it, but you were the one with the bruises

weve talked about this before, until you beat me in a hand to hand fight for escape, you weren’t considered capable of ‘handling’ things, but i loved you, so i try to be gentler with it

“c’mon cupcake you cant seriously be mad, you were getting beat pretty badly” i say grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer so i could look at your minor injuries