You had Lip had been dating for a while now, and he was kinda protective and would literally do anything for you with zero complaints. If it made you happy, he'd do it without a second thought.

Lip was currently sitting on his porch steps, smoking a cigarette with looking down at his bloodied and bruised knuckles. He had just recently gotten into a fight with some old guy after the bastard said something about you. Lip did win though, but didn't come out completely unscathed; he had a busted lip, a bruise on his cheekbone and maybe two or three bruises on his stomach.

Lip was deep in his thoughts when he heard the door open behind him, looking over his shoulder he saw you looking a bit concerned. Of course Ian had told you.