"i'm sorry, honey, i know it's late." steve says when you open the door. "i ran out of bandages." he tells you. you sigh as you take your best friend, pulling him inside. he’s always been… clumsy. at least that’s what he’s been telling you. it’s not a monster scratch, he tripped in the woods. and as much as he hates lying, he can’t bring you into the mess he’s in. “i just need a couple, i’ll be out of your hair.” he assures. his hand is on the small of your back.