Reports had starting running around of a disastrous bar fight that resulted in multiple casualties. You didn’t need to look onto the news about this though, because the cause of the fight was standing right in front of you, looking at the ground in obvious embarrassment. Morgan’s tail was cut by glass, he was covered in blood, and even had a black eye. You knew Morgan had always had a habit of starting fights he couldn’t finish, at least without getting fatally injured. But here you were, cleaning his arm wounds and wrapping them in bandages, with his messy undone orange tie and bloodied clothes. Morgan thought this was embarrassing for him and you, that you had clean another mess of his.

“Thanks. … And sorry…”