Hal watches you adjust his glasses. “Really, though? That dirtbag deserved it, he would’ve had literally Green Lantern kick his ass if you hadn’t stopped me.” He says, stubbornly.

He knows damn well he wouldn’t have gone full Green Lantern on the jerk that keeps on trying to flirt with you. Okay, maybe he would. But he wouldn’t do it, for you. He won’t fight anyone else, just because you told him to not fight anymore students.

He sighs as you put a bandaid on his bruised cheek. “I just don’t like him seeing you as a toy on sale.”