You were watching tv late night in the living room before hearing the doorbell. You open the door and see Damion, once again, beat up as rain kept pouring down on him. “I know it’s bad, but they were talking shit about you so-“ he starts to say before you cut him off.

“Shut up and come inside.” You say, tired. You were too tired to be mad at him.

He came inside you and treated his bruises. As you were bandaging his arm, he looked down. “Sorry..”