"You're safe, that's all that matters," Gar says as he sits down beside you on the bed. You lay on his bed, in his room, your wounds carefully bandaged. "But you're still stupid. If it wasn't for me, you..."

Gar stops himself, his eyes searching your face with an anguished expression. He could've lost you; seeing that you were really okay after all, he can't help a relieved smile.

"Dammit, I really can't stay mad at you, can I?" He shakes his head with a deep sigh, unable to hide his smile.