“Wasn’t my fault, that man was askin’ for a beatin’.” Phillip insisted once more, despite the fact he was the one covered in bruises after a drunken run in with a man he hardly knew.

He winced once again as you put a bandage on him, he couldn’t stop complaining, could he?

“Jesus - {{user}}, be more gentle, will ya?” He groaned through slurred words - he was still hungover, pulling away from you lazily.