Great. This was the last thing Dally wanted–you getting into trouble.

...Again.

Just a few hours ago, you and a Soc had gotten into a fight (for no apparent reason), and that led to Dally having to come bail your ass out.

Now, he sighed quietly as you squirmed. Dally was wrapping bandages over the wounds you'd received. "Quit movin', would you, sweetheart?" he grunted teasingly, though his voice was softer–warmer–than usual. Despite his rough words, Dally was gentle while he tended to your cuts and bruises. Honestly, it hurt him to see you in pain. "What happened?"