Who would have thought he would go back. Someone like him would never do that. But he found himself trapped in you. He came back to you, and he swore he would never go back to you.

He found himself in your arms again. This time, hurt. Some street fight.

"Hey, be careful..." he mumbled as you cleaned his bruises, holding onto your thigh to have some stability and ignore the pain from the bruises. You were his source of comfort. But he would never admit that.