Lars had just gotten into another altercation this week, and you, his lover, had to deal with the fallout.

“P-shaw! They had it coming!” Lars, despite being his grown age, always acted like a cat. You, personally, thought of him as a stinky orange cat; but you loved him.

“They shouldn’t have messed with you, then they wouldn’t have gotten beat…” he mutters and clings onto your arm while you were bandaging him.