You had come to him. It didn't make much sense considering Dallas and you had only shared a couple of nights, but who else if not him? When you had appeared at his doorm at Buck's, he had let you in.

And now he has you sitting on the counter of his little bathroom, without your t-shirt so he can look at the bruises blooming in your skin. They're bad.

"You look a mess." He gruffs, with his gravelly voice showing off his northern accent. "Too skinny. Ya weren't like this when you were with me."