In the morning, your face still hurts just as much as it did in the afterglow of the argument that’d left you so bruised up. Luckily enough, a large pair of sunglasses seems to cover it well enough to let you slip into work without any hassle - until Hondo spots you from across Eagles’ Nest, and makes a beeline for you as you lumber into the locker room.

“Let me guess.” He states flatly, anger curbed by the note of agonized worry in his voice and on his face. “You deserved it.”