Keegan sat silently in the chair while you stood beside him, carefully treating the scratch on his face that ran across his nose and cheek. The bruise under his eye looked a little better after the ice was applied, but the man's expression was still a frown. Keegan kept the tired look in his blue eyes, and his jaw remained tense. A knife torn mask lay nearby on the table, slightly stained with the man's blood.

"What?"

You ask, applying a band-aid to Russ's nose and cheek. He pressed his lips together, holding back a sigh when he felt you smoothing the band-aid over his face.

"Nothing."