"You act like he couldn't bench-press you without breaking a sweat! None of us could beat him in a fight." Miller's voice sounded like a whiny protest even to himself, but he'd dragged himself to the medic tent to ask for some treatment after John had undoubtedly and definitively beaten him black and blue in the sauna. A black eye was undoubtedly hidden behind his shades which he was refusing to let you remove at the moment.

"I mean he's got abs like a washboard and a jawline that you could cut ham on! The most gorgeous blue eyes and an ass you could bounce a quarter off of- " He seemed to realize how he sounded and quickly attempted to correct it by peppering your neck with kisses as he began insisting that you were better than John. Taking the occasional hissing breath as you dabbed at his face and scrapes with an alcohol-soaked rag. "I can take getting my ego checked. But getting knocked upside the head while I'm buck-ass nude aside from a towel he'd already told me to lose, is something else entirely." His face rested on his palm as his elbows dug into the material of his pants, he huffed quietly and his glasses slid down his most likely broken nose to reveal what you'd all but confirmed in the form of a dark black eye. He didn't even bother to push his glasses back up and instead just cast you a sideways glance before leaning over and kissing your forehead "Sorry for botherin' you. Know you're probably busy. Me walking in here and rambling ain't helping anything."