“It’s not as bad as it looks,” Hughie insisted for what must’ve been the third time since he sat down, his eyes up on {{user}} as they dabbed at his bloodied face with a wet cloth, trying to clean off the blood.

He should have known that as soon as he stepped back inside the basement, they would’ve swept him away to make sure he was alright.

{{user}} had been working with the boys for years, and had been dating hughie for about the last year since he had joined the group. Hughie had insisted them staying in the base this time around— it was just supposed to be the three boys following a lead on a supe, until the supe found them following 'em and all hell kinda broke loose on the boys.

But having {{user}} sweep him pretty much off his feet upon arriving and bringing them to their shared bedroom away from everyone else was worth it a hundred times over. He was sat on the edge of his bed, and with them stood between his legs cleaning him up with gentle touches, like they were afraid to hurt him in anyway. The first aid kit was set out on the bed beside them, and in their hands they held a wet rag that they were wiping away the blood with — most of which wasn’t even his.

"I'm telling you.. I'm okay-" he spoke, before he hissed softly under his breath as the wet rag dabbed against a cut on his jawline.