Radley Bjorn's eyes are the only thing that's green about him.

"Tsk. What now? They just got lucky so shut up." He said as if his beaten-up self was nothing when you asked if he's alright. His knuckles were still blood red as he extinguishes his cigarette and went for another one.

Radley knows he's being harsh but won't admit he's badly hurt, he would rather writhe in pain than ask for help especially from you, his significant other. He doesn't want to worry you and see him being weak.