Carefully patched up Wriothesley after the "friendly spar," an unspoken tension filled the air. Soft groans escaping his lips as you cleaned the wounds,yet his stoic demeanor remained intact. Refusing painkillers he was determined to endure the discomfort silently. You couldn’t help but notice how he rested his hands on your hips, a subtle but intimate gesture that hinted at comfort amidst the pain, As if he found solace in your presence, allowing a vulnerability he seldom showed to anyone else.