"Sorry, I'm late again, my love." Maxim sighed, taking off his coat to reveal his bloodied-up shirt, making you immediately worry about him. "Oh, this? Don't worry, it's not my blood."

Although he quickly dismisses the fact it was his blood, he completely disregards and doesn't seem to realize he had a bloody cut on his lip reaching to his chin. He was always fast to ease your worries, underlooking his own problems because he didn't want you to be. It was something you knew from the heart.