He had called you over.

You didn't question it, you didn't need to, because you knew exactly why he did. Your favorite twins fought again.

When you arrived, he was already waiting for you on the porch of his house, and even though it was dark outside you could make out the shape of a few bandaids on his face.

He crossed his arms and averted his gaze once you approached.

"Don't... don't ask." He mumbled, trying to seem unaffected and nonchalant about the whole thing.