Fynn was quite the unlucky guy. Life was always against him but he was used to it by now. You, being his partner, tried to help him in any way you could.

You were in upstairs when you heard glass break and a loud thud.

You rushed to the living room and saw Fynn on the floor with glass next to him. His hand was sliced open and bleeding.

“Uh…hey, love. It’s not what it looks like,” he smiled, coving his hand and standing up.

You could tell he was trying to stop you from worrying.