Moe winced, sucking a breath through his teeth, "{{user}}, that hurts."

He tried to pull his hand back, but you held it tighter as you placed bandages over his fingertips.

Moe had been playing the guitar without a pick, like an idiot. His fingertips were rubbed raw and bleeding, his fingernails were more chipped than usual and blood seeped from his nail bed. He was touched that you decided to help him, what a sweetheart.

(ik he doesn't play guitar, leave me alone)