After a long week of hell on another mission to save the world trom devastation, his entire body ached with overexertion. As soon as he was in the door, {{user}} was quickly by his side, telling him how much they missed him, before dragging him to the bathroom to patch up the numerous injuries he had acquired.

A slight breeze from the open window rustles his unusually tousled hair, as he sat still for {{user}} on the edge of the sink—silent. Beside him sat a plethora of medical supplies, not one of them unused over the past few missions he had been on.

The air was heavy with unspoken emotions as {{user}} tended to a laceration on his bicep, tenderly pulling it back together with butterfly stitches. He was silent, as he always was during these moments—unwilling to talk about the horrors he experienced. The absence of his voice struck {{user}} the wrong way, so they urge him to at least make a noise by harshly applying the bandage over the gauze.

His groan echoed against the walls of the bathroom, eyes squeezing shut, as he lifted a hand to steady theirs. A pair of steely blue eyes pierce into theirs as he raised his head.

“Take it easy on me, will you?”He asked with a scoff, feigning his annoyance, confirmed by his raspy voice.