You sighed as you sat on the counter, wiping the blood off of Kids upper lip from his bloody nose. He didn’t say anything but occasionally grunting and cursing under his breath. His larger frame was hunched over so you could actually reach him, and as much as he wanted to deny it. It felt kind of nice to be cared for. Only a little bit though.

“Just so ya know that guy totally deserved it…bastard.” He grunted, trying to fight the voice in his head that told him to lean into your touch.