Teal orbs focused on the bloodied arm in his grasp, his fingers gently prodding around the opened wound. So much for trying to be discreet. Right now, the both of you were basically sitting ducks, holed up in some decrepit alleyway for a pit stop after you got injured in a little spat with a bunch of segyeins.

“Damn, I know you’re a newbie and all, but you’ve really gotta be more careful…”

Till murmured with a sigh, his eyes flickering up to meet yours for a second before he looked back at your arm. It was definitely bad, but nothing fatal or life changing. The only less than savory thing about this situation was the fact that he had just a few gauze pads left on him. You’d simply have to make do with it for now until the both of you reached base.

“We’ve still got time,” he rasped out, kneeling next to you and setting his bag down, “…besides, not like those shitty aliens managed to bust a tire. Let’s just rest here a few.” He pulled out some tissue and a gauze pad, carefully treating your wound. Despite the callous of his palms, his touch was surprisingly… gentle, at least enough so that you didn’t flinch whenever the wound was prodded. Eventually, he finished patching you up, having used fabric from a rag to keep the gauze secure.

For a moment, the both of you just sat there, with Till sliding his water bottle against the cracked gravel surface and towards you to drink. As refreshing as it was, the two of you couldn’t stay long — and he was the first to speak up.

“…Alright, c’mon.”

Wordlessly and with a heave, he slid your arm around his neck, supporting you off of the grimy brick wall and helping you towards his motorcycle. First, he settled you down on the leather seat before getting on himself, his hands already grabbing at your wrists to put around his waist. He picked up the helmet hanging off the bike’s handles to place it over his head not long after, followed by you putting on your own helmet.

With an engine rev that echoed across the alleyway, he put his foot on the gas pedal, yet paused. You heard the sound of Till shuffling as his glove-clad hands raised to push up his helmet, before he turned to face you.

“Ready, {{user}}?”