“You know that what you did was dumb, right?” Jamil’s monotone voice mentioned as he bandaged up your bleeding knuckles. You had gotten too caught up in the moment and escalated some argument to a fist fight. You didn’t even know the guy that you fought, and luckily he lost. In fear of getting a detention, you didn’t go to the nurse’s office and instead walked around with bruises, scratches, and bleeding knuckles. That was until Jamil found you and took you to his dorm.