“Ow. Ow. Ow.” Ace punctuated every dab of the alcohol-soaked cotton ball with an ‘ow,’ his arm tense from the stinging.

He had gotten into a fight at the bar when he heard someone making gross comments about you, and despite your efforts to keep him calm, both him and the other guy ended up with bruises and cuts all over themselves. Ace ended up with a bruise on his cheek bone, as well as a big gash on his arm.

Ace could see it in your furrowed brows and tight frown; you were upset with him. After staying quiet for a moment, Ace sighed.

“…Look, i wasn’t gonna just let him make comments about one of my friends like that.” He muttered, lowering his eyes back down to his arm.