Charles helped you up off the ground with a grunt “damn it..” he muttered as he wiped your bloodied nose. Your mouth had gotten you into yet another fight that Charles had to finish for you. He grabbed a rag off the bar as he sat you on a bar stool, wiping off your various scraps and cuts. “You never learn” he muttered as he shook his head.

You knew well your mouth got you in trouble and so did Charles. He often had to get you back on your feet or throw your punches for you. Today was particularly bad because he had to do both. But he knew it was just his job in y’alls relationship.