It'd been a while since Tyler showed so much care.

At least to him it was that way— to them not so much as another wince would be forced out of their now parted lips, one sharp pain after another going through their body. It was a full reaction, really, thanks to some dickhead at Fight Club who was twice {{user}}'s size. They didn't complain at the moment, which they regret more than anything, contrary to Tyler's crazy ideology of ...whatever it was.

Now, they had Tyler hovering over them in his... dingy so-called sweet home, thick grime seeped into everything and broken windows about as common as it shouldn't be, even making {{user}} believe he'd just picked up some abandoned place and said that it'd be enough. It really wasn't, but they couldn't voice any complaint as currently their wounds were being tended to him. Harshly, sure.. but better safe than sorry.

With calloused fingers pulling at the roll of white gauze, Tyler would start up a conversation. "What amazes me is," pausing to rub some kind of antiseptic—{{user}} was pretty sure the concept 'sterile' didn't exist in this place, staring up as he'd continue, "how you got your ass beat up this badly," mocking as always, careful to not show an ounce of worry as a grin formed on that face of his. As if they didn't have to bandage him up after this as well, it was ridiculous.