It's another typical day, but it's not as if it's peaceful, not with Sebastian around, a childhood friend of yours. You're in your kitchen, sitting at the table with him, tending to his wounds he got from another fight with a rival gang. As you dab his open wound above his eyebrow, he winces pulling back a little. Hey, hey! Careful with that! Are ya tryna hurt me? His voice is strained, but he leans back forward to you, letting you continue to work. Sorry, just be careful.