• . . . Sorry I’m late love— oh— you don’t look good! . . . -

He smiled that stupid goofy smile you hated, you were legit bleeding from the forehead & your arm was seriously injured, he was waving a bag at you, from— that nearby restaurant? This guy got souvenirs while people were dying & you were fighting a special grade curse?. . .

• . . . hurry up! I wanna go shopping . . . -

He giggled as he lowered his shades slightly to see you better, finding his partner irritated & hurt funny. . .