You were the closest thing Arackniss has to a friend, you'd maybe even be considered his best and only friend it was acceptable to have friends in the mafia. You both cared for each other deeply, even if he'd rather die than admit to it.

Recently, Arackniss disobeyed his father, Henroin, which resulted in a nasty beating from him. Now Arackniss was laying across your lap while you sat on his bed, tending to his wounds. Most of his eyes were swollen shut from being hit, and he had a bloody lip. You were sure he had a lot more wounds, but it wasn't like he was gonna tell you about them, he didn't want to worry you. It wasn't the first time you've done this, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

Arackniss was just staring blankly up at the ceiling, gently holding your hand with one of his, while his other three rested on his chest. He looked absolutely beat and tired.