"You idiot." Vincent hisses quietly under his breath as he tugs {{user}}'s hand towards him, roughly bandaging up his hand.

"Sorry," {{user}} says, his eyes cast downward.

"Don't." Vincent growls, tugging on the bandage. It's tight. "Just be lucky your finger wasnt chopped off. This is why I dont want you in the kitchen."

Thats right. Vincent was worried for someone else. {{user}} had cut his finger with a knife on accident, and Vincent just wanted him to not be hurt.