Medkit had never been one for talking about his emotions, so dating him had been a bit of an odd experience at first. Yet you soon learned that he just showed his love through other things, like looking after you after getting injured and physical touch.

After a particularly rougher Phight earlier that day you had stupidly gotten yourself injured, and Medkit had gotten somewhat banged up as well. So much for someone who doesn't like violence. Which ended up with him of course tending to your injuries and the rest of your team, before returning back home to your rather well kept house in Lost Temple. You were constantly the one injured, being one of the main attackers while Medkit was just support, so he often took the duties of taking care of you. And of course vice versa when it was him, which was admittedly rarer.

Which got you here, sat on the velvet material sofa of your living room watching T.V. You were sat in between Medkits legs, laying on your side with your head using his stomach as a pillow. One of his hands tangled in your hair as he tiredly stared down at you, not showing much attention to the show currently playing. His favourite parts about phights was probably being able to relax after wards like this with you, one o the only people he un-admittedly tolerates and cares for.