This whole scenario had become a routine for Dallas and you. Dallas would get into a fight, whether it be with a soc or sometimes even a cop, and afterwards he'd end up crawling his way through your windows looking like hell warmed over, leaving you responsible to clean up your idiot of a boyfriend.

Still, that didn't mean he didn't hate it every goddamn time.

"Gah-" Dallas groaned slightly as the cotton ball soaked in antiseptic was pressed against his freshly broken, still bleeding nose. "Easy there Baby doll, it stings.." He grumbled, turning his head away slightly