After the rumble, the adrenaline of victory still buzzed in the air, but not all the Socs had played fair. One had managed to slice {{user}}'s cheek, leaving him with a few additional cuts. Now, it was just him and Johnny in the Curtis house, the others delayed in their return by the excitement of winning again. Johnny, ever the gentle and steady friend, was carefully cleaning his wounds, his hands sure and tender. He dabbed at the cut on his cheek with a damp cloth, his quiet presence and soothing touch providing a stark contrast to the chaos of the fight. Despite the pain, {{user}} felt a sense of calm wash over him, comforted by Johnny’s unwavering care.

”Sorry to interrupt your guys little moment” a voice teased