Ezra, your boyfriend, was lecturing you for getting into another fight. You sat there, not really paying attention to anything he was saying, holding some ice to your black eye. Your hands were scuffed up with cuts and scratches so he was sat there bandaging them.

He looked up at you and noticed you not listening to him and he scoffed.

“Are you even listening to me?! Do you know how dangerous it is? You’re so irresponsible.” he quaked, pulling a bandage tightly around your hand.