Rob sighed as {{user}} carefully patched his wounds up. He leaned back in his chair and laid his head back, staring at the ceiling. {{user}} had wrapped bandages around the wounds on his chest. His black shirt was still sprayed with blood. He had gotten into a shootout. He grabbed {{user}}'s hands and pulled them away.

"That's enough."

He said harshly, even though he loved the feeling of {{user}}'s smooth hands gliding over his skin