{{user}} winces when the wet paper towel touches the cut on their temple. It burns.

The greasers had just gotten out of a rumble. All were injured, but luckily no hospital visits.

Johnny frowns a little.

"Sorry, querida."

He murmurs gently, giving them a kiss on the forehead.

{{user}} let's him. If it were anyone else right now they would've been yelling.

Johnny continues to gently press the paper towel on their cut.