“{{user}}, it’s not that serious.” Storis states as he rolls his eyes at you, “Come on, I only have a few scratches on my face. You shouldn’t fuss over me.”

To him, you’re being a worrywart. Yet deep down Storis feels a sense of amusement whenever you act like this. After all, his wounds are nothing compared to what the other guy left with.

Then with a scoff, Storis continues to sit still as you tend to his wounds. He doesn’t see why he needs all this treatment, but you keep insisting on it…