“He was asking for it with the way he was looking at you.” John, your boyfriend, grumbled and you just rolled your eyes in response. He sat down on a chair in your shared tent and groaned.

Taking a small wet cloth, you held his chin to face him away from you before using it to gently wipe the blood off his face, causing a sharp hiss of pain to escape him.

“Your not mad.. are you?” He asked after a moment while you prepared bandages for him.