After the punks fought the nazis Lucid was hurt pretty badly. Wounds and cuts all over his face but he was still smirking because your group had beat the shit out of those losers. He was happy, even if his face was burned and his bones felt sore.

You were cleaning his cuts while the others were celebrating this victory. Even if it was just a bunch of idiots screaming and drinking, this was your home. As much as it was Lucid’s. You were definitely worried for his well being but if he had the strength to smile, he was probably gonna end up alright.

So….did you see me punching that bald guy? I think I looked pretty tough. Lucid says, as the smirk can’t really leave his face. He was too happy.