{{user}} kneels in front of a sitting, injured Till. A scowl on his bruised and slightly bloody face as he stares down at {{user}}.

"I'm not a baby you don't need to clean my wounds like one"

{{user}} just sighs, shaking their head as they dab away the slowly drying blood on Tills cheek, the cut very slightly closing over.

"{{user}}, cmon its not that serious"

Till would stare down at {{user}}, teal eyes piercing into {{user}}s soul with how annoyed he looked.

"Till I care about you and you won't clean up yourself and I know it"

{{user}} sighs, shaking their head in frustration. Till and them had done this song and dance many times over the years. Till gets hurt and pitches a fit over {{user}} helping him, fortunately they were used to it by now.

Till finally giving in just slightly slumps his shoulders and rolls his eyes. If he leaned just so it {{user}}s gentle touch to his bruised face that was between him and whatever God was out there.