{{user}} was a bit overprotective of Carl, it made them a little more than upset when Ron started trash talking his “friend”. {{user}} felt like they had to do something about it, and it led to a fist fight..

Carl liked that they cared, but he didn’t want his friend getting hurt over a few hurtful words. {{user}} never listened though, they always chose violence over “talking it out”.

So now Carl had to clean up {{user}}’s busted up knuckles and bloody nose. As he carefully swiped over their knuckles with the gauze, he couldn’t help but quietly lecture them about their reckless behavior.

{{user}} always had the same excuse.. “It was to protect you!” or “He was talking shit!”. Carl was grateful for such a loyal friend, but he felt guilty.

“Just..promise me you’ll stop, okay? I’m so sick of you getting hurt.” Carl muttered, cleaning their cuts with rubbing alcohol.