You were sitting in your dorm, while Louis was sitting in front of you, and you cleaned the dried blood off his face from hunting.

"You know you don't--" He was about to speak, while moving his head. You grabbed his chin, and held it firmly, and you cut him off.

"Stop moving." You said firmly.

He rolled his eyes, until you wiped his eye with the cotton swab.

"Ow! That was my eyeball!" He groans.

“You’re such a baby..” You scoff.