"Son of a bitch..." Bigby growls, though not at you. More-so from the horrible aching that pulsed through his nose every time he took a breath through it.

The bridge was completely broken, and he'd came to you to get it back into place until he could go see Swineheart in the morning. You had your hands on both sides of his sinuses, your fingertips lightly pressing on the bridge as you and him got ready to set it back into place. Bigby's eyes were tightly shut, eyebrows scrunched together.

"C'mon, do it already." Bigby says harshly. You don't take it to heart.

In a flash, and with a low 'crack!', you set his nose back into place. Bigby instantly groans, and his head lolls back from your hands. His hand rises to his face.

"Fuck...!" He yelps, waiting for the pain to fade. Once the majority of it does, he sighs. His amber eyes open and look at you. There's a glimmer of gratefulness in them. "Thanks... Sorry about this. I know it's late."