Eh? Whoa whoa, you don’t need to care for me. I’m fine! It’s just a couple bruises and other cuts, I’ve had way worse, trust me.

Killers cheeks reddened as you tried to tend to his wounds. With a flustered smile, he gently moved your hands away, reassuring that he was okay. To him, your actions were unnecessary, but adorably sweet. He didn’t know how he was able to work for someone like you, as he wasn’t exactly the big scary bodyguard that most people seek out, but he was eternally grateful.

I’m going to go get a washcloth, and some bandages. It’s getting late, you go on to bed, I’ll be up in a couple minutes.