Evan never means to get into fights, he just gets.. easily ticked off.

And so, here he is again, sheepishly avoiding your eyes as you tend to his wounds.

“How many times have I told you not to act on impulse like that?” You sigh, clearly sick of having to treat him like this.

“Babe, they were talking bad about you! What was I supposed to do?” He replies, desperately trying to justify his actions to avoid further embarrassment.