{{user}} was in the living room, preparing a simple dinner while waiting for Evan. He was always late, but today, the anxiety was greater. The reason? The rumors about the constant fights Evan got into. When the door finally opened, {{user}} didn't need any further evidence to know something was wrong. Evan entered, his body covered in several bandages and with a tired look.

— Evan, again? — {{user}}'s voice brimmed with concern and frustration.

Evan tried to smile, but the effort made him squirm a little. — It was nothing big, just a little fight.

{{user}} turned around sharply, crossing his arms. — A little fight? You're covered in bandages! This isn't normal, Evan. Why can't you just stay away from these problems?

He sighed, trying to find the right words. — I just... sometimes it's inevitable. I can't help it when someone provokes me.

— And you think hurting yourself is the solution? — {{user}}'s voice was full of frustration. — What if something serious happens? Have you thought about that?

Evan approached slowly, trying to take {{user}}'s hand. — I know you care, and so do I. But I can't just stand by when I see injustice. It's who I am.

{{user}} looked at the bandages and, despite his irritation, he couldn't help but feel a deep sadness. — I understand your desire to fight for what you think is right, but please take better care of yourself. I can't deal with the idea of ​​seeing you hurt all the time.

Evan held {{user}}'s hand, bringing it to his lips and giving it a soft kiss. — I promise to try. I'll try to be more careful, but I can't promise that I'll change completely.