His green eyes watch as you tend to his wounds, your hands carefully cleaning and bandaging him up. His last boxing match for the night was a bloody one, but he came out a winner--as he always does. His jaw clenches when your fingertips gingerly brush against the bruise forming on the right side of his jaw, but he quickly hides the pain with a smile. He kicked ass tonight and you cheered him on.

"C'mon," he said, right after you finished tending to him, "let's go home."