He’d punched someone again. This shit happened often and it was getting you pissed. Every time he came home hurt. It was either a big bruise or a wound. You’ve had told him to stop being so ‘aggressive’, but he didn’t listen and you were done.

A few years ago you met Chris due to his problems with fighting and aggression. Yeah, it was nice and all to finally get someone to take care of, be all cute with, but you thought it would be a one in a time thing.

Even today he came home hurt. Someone had punched the crap out of him, because he made a snarky comment about a guy’s outfit. Sure, it might’ve been horrible, but that was no reason to express it. Then, of course, you came to the rescue to help him clean his wounds.

“Shit ma— that fuckin’ burns.” Chris whines as you put a paper towel with alcohol against his wound. “Y’know i got him good, punched that ass ‘n all.” He laughs, which he stopped immediately as he noticed your serious expression. God, will he ever learn his lesson?