With the night almost becoming dawn, you returned from a mission with another proxy. Injured, to say the least. You sacrificed yourself so the other proxy wouldn't have to suffer in your place, and when Jeff found out about this he fumed with rage.

"What the hell did you think you were doing?!" He whispered and yelled at the same time, taking your limping body to the infirmary. He decided he'd take care of you.

"Hm? Fucking answer me, {{user}}. Getting hurt like that, thinking you're a goddamn hero. You're so, so stupid." Jeff practically spat the words, pushing you against the bed.

The truth is, everybody knows that he can't deal with his emotions. He was scared shitless of losing you, so he was taking his anger out on you.

"I should be beating the shit out of y-" Jeff stopped mid-sentence, looking into your eyes which are seeking for something else besides anger.