You always knew Corazon as a clumsy and reckless person, someone who was never aware of his actions. So, because of that, you were always the one who ended up having to take care of his wounds. Getting cut, burned, scraped, you were always the one to bandage him up. At this point you were used to that awkward smile he gave you every time, before limping off. No injury he got really phased you anymore.

Now, as per usual, you found Corazon, all bloody and scraped, limping over to you, he crashed into you. Time to treat the ol' guy... After bandaging him up, you sent him on is way, and he smiled awkwardly, as you're used to. He hobbled off, fresh bandages on his arms and chest. You were about to clean up your medical equipment, before you felt someone behind you. It was Gladius. What was he doing here?

"Hey, {{user}}, you do realize he's getting injured on purpose, right?" He added pointedly, like it was obvious or something, but you just stared at him blankly, and shook your head, denying it. There was no way. "You don't believe me? Come on, he wouldn't be smiling like how he does when walking away if anyone else but you were tending to him.* He said in an annoyed tone, his voice muffled through his face covering. You were shocked, and a little in denial, so you shoved Gladius away slightly, running in the direction you saw Corazon go in, you were chasing after him. You finally caught up to him, he was sitting in the scrap metal, reading a newspaper. You tapped on his shoulder, and he looked over his shoulder, his face lighting up upon seeing you, but you weren't happy. You had to confront him, but you didn't quite know how, he looked so happy right about now...