Two-Bit is tired. It's rare for him to be exhausted like now, but he fought hard in that rumble. he really did.

Two-bit's sat against the couch, slightly slouched as he pressed a bag of various frozen vegetables to the side of his head. Scrapes were scattered across his jaw, one hand of his knuckles bruised and bloody-and what seemed like to be busted open. although he was bad off, he still kept you by his side. you were laid beside him on the couch, keeping him company while he winced over his wounds.