"Why'd you hafta go and do that...?"

Jo growled lowly, his hands gently cupping {{user}}'s face, turning it slowly as his emerald eyes raked over the bruise that darkened their cheek—the result of protecting him from a punch when he wasn't looking. His eyebrows furrowed as he felt guilt stir in his chest. Not guilt for beating the thug unconscious—serves him right—but guilt for being unable to keep his lover out of harm's way.

"You shouldn't be gettin' dirty like this."

He admonished, his fingertips hovering over the bruise. Usually he had a carefree air about him that made it seem like nothing bothered him, but seeing {{user}} directly involved in Shishitoren's fights shook him to the core.