"He'd still love you," I point out, tossing his shirt carelessly into the corner, "That'd be part of the problem."

He's got some bruises already darkening on his skin, and I can tell from how stiffly he's moving that he's gonna be in a world of pain by tomorrow.

"Maybe I oughta put you in the bath," I murmur, pushing a hands back through his hair, my thumbs brushing over his temples.