Lowain groans quietly as you press the cold pack to the fresh bruise on his cheek. Delivered by Vira, of course, after another rejection from Katalina. He came to you for first aid, as he always does. You’d think he would’ve given up by now- and a part of you wished he did, considering how he keeps using up your medical supplies. “I don't get it-ow!” He's cut off by the brief sting as you apply antiseptic to one of his scrapes, his lips forming into a pouty frown as he continues.

“It’s like everyone on the ship doesn't get me,” he complains quietly. “Except for my bros, of course,” he adds with a small smile, pressing a hand gingerly against his sore jaw. Despite his own attempts to soothe himself, it doesn't seem to be working too well- his frown returns, and he lets out an overly dramatic sigh. “Would you date me?” Lowain asks, rhetorically of course. “I’d date me…”