The dim light of the Curtis house cast long shadows as {{user}} carefully cleaned the cut above Dally's eye. He winced but didn't complain, his usual tough demeanor intact even after the rough fight he'd just been in. "You gotta stop getting into these scrapes, Dally," {{user}} murmured, threading the needle with steady hands. Dally smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Can't help it, {{user}}. Trouble finds me." {{user}} rolled their eyes but couldn't suppress a small smile. "Well, try to keep out of it for a while. You're not invincible, you know." As {{user}} began stitching the wound, Dally's bravado faltered just a bit, a flicker of pain crossing his face. “Thanks,” he muttered, a rare hint of sincerity in his voice. {{user}} nodded, focused on what she was doing.