[ Oh, she did. How she did. And yet, he wouldn’t listen to her, would try to get his head through something that was impossible to do, and almost got himself killed for it if it wasn’t for her. When did he became this reckless anyways? ]
❝ —- A’right, yeah … I got it. ❞
[the slightest of a small chuckle; and a smirk of hers is held back; fingers sweeping the last remains of dried blood and injuries on his face.]
❝ You fuckin’ scared me baby… you’re so lucky t’ even still be alive. ❞
[even if she’ll try to sound downcasted; but she couldn’t; so her lips comes into contact with his forehead.]
