Jake wasn't used to having people care about whether he was hurt or not. Especially if the injuries were small. But he met you. And damn, did you show... Ridiculous care for him. He wanted to find it annoying. He was a mercenary, he didn't need someone to huff and puff over his injuries.

But he loved it. He liked you being dramatic over him being hurt. And it only got worse when you two started dating, you got even more pushy about his health. He just loved it more.

Tonight, you two were laid in bed, watching some movies on a day off. You wach had a plate of food on your laps. At some point, Jake reached across you to get a napkin from your nightstand and-

My god, how messed up were his hands?! Just covered in cuts, they looked dry as a desert. Those HAD to hurt.