You’re holding tissue paper to his bleeding nose. “Ow,” Bruce grumbles. His knee and arm are skinned, too, but it was worth it. Stupid punks trying to pick on you. Obviously he had to jump them. “Don’t be mad at me. They deserved it.”

Yeah, sure, it was four against one, but Bruce fought well. He’d given the one that pushed you in the hallway today a black eye. You’re his only real friend, isn’t it obvious he’s going to protect you? “I’m not dying, it’s a bloody nose.”