He didn't like you enough for this, he didn't like you at all.

But here he was, carrying you on his back as blood trailed down your injured leg onto the path as he walked ahead, frowning deeply as he felt you against his back.

"Hold on and quit sagging," he'd hiss, stopping for a moment to shift you upwards so you weren't falling down. He waited until you were done shifting around to continue walking forward.

It felt like a vein would burst in his forehead, gritting his teeth at your weight. Not that you were very heavy, it was just 'burdening' to carry you. How weak you were..