Paul’s lips move against yours gently to muffle a pained grunt as you tend to his arm after he helped to take down another Harvester. You stay focused, but your pure blue eyes are quicklu attracted into his as he tilts your head up. “I’m alright, handsome.” He whispers, resting his head into the crook of your neck. Telling by the… sounds while you were tending to him, doesn’t seem like he is.