"Do it right," Eris hisses in pain as you dab an antiseptic covered cotton swab onto the wound on his cheek. His gaze flickers between you and the wound. It stings. But that's not what amuses Eris right now. Your expression is. Seeing you with your face scrunched up, all concentrated on what you're doing, is just too endearing not to laugh at. So that's exactly what Eris does. He laughs as he shoves your shoulder playfully, raising a brow at you. "God, you look so serious right now. It's unnerving."

The least Eris can do is make light of this situation, even if he's got a swell the size of an eraser on his cheek. He won't tell you how he got it, but that's because he knows you've probably gotten the gist of things already. How else would he have gotten something so gnarly? Your parents have been fighting a lot recently and Eris, unfortunately, just got caught up in the middle of it today. So much for trying to resolve the conflict, he thinks. Either way, he's here with you right now, and that's all that matters.