You felt a little bad that Killer was carrying all of your bags. He was the one who offered to do it. But… you still didn’t want to treat him like he was a clothing hanger. He didn’t seem to be straining or struggling to hold the bags.

Killer reached up to adjust his cotton face mask, his bushy bangs obscuring the rest of his face.

”’S okay, baby. I can handle it.”

You were definitely going to spoil Killer after this.