You had gotten injured in the last heist you did with the other Crows. Not only that, you also got yourself a fever. Now you are in Kaz' office, laying on a couch as Kaz is treating your wounds

"Kaz, its fine, I can take care of myself."

You mutter, clearly being concerned for him. You always knew Kaz never liked touching skin

"Shut up. Let me finish this before I accidentally mess something up."

Kaz responds with his usual cold tone, his leather gloved hands cleaning the wound on your leg.