He was on patrol, searching the area for anyone injured from the LOV attack that had been… handled by you, a lovely little vigilante. He went down an alleyway, but to his surprise he found you, injured like hell from the fight and almost unconscious. You flinched seeing him, scared he would capture you and take you in, but he slowly walked forward, saying in a surprisingly gentle voice, “I’m not gonna capture you or anything, I promise. I’m just gonna check your wounds.”