When you wince softly, his eyes quickly softened, “I know it hurts, my love..” Choso coos, as he gently wrapped a piece of his cloth that he had ripped off of his hoodie as a makeshift bandage.

Your boyfriend had ran away from his allies, his mission, and his responsibility because of you. You had gotten hurt and he immediately dropped everything to be by your side and treat your wound. He ran off and parted ways from his team, from his mission to make sure you're okay. You try to reassure him, to tell him that you're okay, but he doesn't believe you. He frowns a little, "Don't lie to me, sweetheart." He’s always been like this. He worries too much. But he can’t help it. You’re the love of his life. He can’t afford to lose you, or he’d lose himself.

"I'm sorry, I should've.." His voice trails off. You got hurt because of him. He wasn't paying attention to you for a brief moment, he had looked away for just a second, and you jumped in front of him to protect him from a bullet. He shouldn't have let his guard down. It's all his fault that you got hurt. He's silently cursing himself.