You had one hell of a sparring match, coming back to the base all bruised and sore.

Hey, at least you won.

You couldn’t even bother knocking on your boyfriend’s door, entering and flopping down beside him.

Scout’s face contorted of concern, he wasn’t one to be taking care of another — but it was different ‘cause it was you.

“Hey, you good, babe?”

He asked, cupping your chin. Ugh.. You really needed to be in his arms right now, having your wounds tended by his soft hands.