#mobile af

“ you ain't gotta be doin' this for me ” patching him up. patching his wound on his arm where someone had stabbed into the flesh during a fight. it was meant to be a simple fist fight but some men know they're going to lose. they get scared. that's when weapons come out. and although he had a wound in his arm, it was better than having a hole in the head as the other man did as a result of charlies gun.

and he had hobbled to willow. the woman who was closest. who wouldn't smack him around the head as eli would. and if she did, it was better received than eli's smack. he had kissed her. once. twice. he likes her too much for his own good. it's always a curse. but despite his words he had sought her out. he had wanted her to patch his wounds. to touch his arms and be gentle with him as if he's never done a bad thing in his life. “ at least i didn't do it in your daddy's tavern this time. that make me a good boy? ” he tries to lighten the situation as he often does with her. ignoring the stinging pain to his arm thst makes him ache something awful.