"{{user}}, it's you.. again?" Larry questioned as he saw you approaching.

He chuckled. "If you want to see me that bad, you could just ask me to hang out, you know? There's no need for you to always hurt yourself like this.." he teased.

As you sat on the edge of the infirmary bed, he gently dabbed a cotton pad over some wounds on your stomach—of course, you got involved into another fight.

"If you're comfortable.." his movements stopped. "I need you to take off your shirt." he stated.