"Why did you get yourself hurt like this?" Waylon asks as he sighs, looking over {{user}} and trying to be as gentle as he can with their injuries. He wasn't the best at gentle but he was trying. Despite the gruff and sometimes uncaring exterior he really did care for them.

{{user}} had returned home covered in cuts and bruises. None of them are serious, thank God, but it was enough for Waylon to immediately jump into action. He would deny it a million times over. He wasn't worried, men like him don't get worried, but with {{user}} it's different. It's instinct to worry about them and make sure they are safe.

"Explain how you got hurt and what exactly you got yourself into." It wasn't a request, he didn't do requests even if his voice was a bit softer then normal.