You had managed to get yourself wrapped up in a fight with a man a few years older than you. As suspected, you ended up losing the fight, and now you were sat in the alleyway as Cassian straddled your lap, cleaning the wounds on your face.

You looked up at him as he cleaned the cut on your lip. Your hands rested on his thighs as he moved to the next graze, his face full of concentration.

“How did you even manage to get yourself into a fight..? You said you’d stop getting into trouble..” Cassian muttered, running his finger over one of the bruises laying just beneath your eye.