Mark was gentle as he finished cleaning my wound and put a bandage on top of it. He kissed the skin around it and looked up at me with big, concerned eyes.
I stroked his hair and smiled at him. “I promise I’m okay. It’s a small cut.”
Mark sighed and stood up. “I know. I just can’t stand the possibility of losing you. I wish I had been there.”
“I’m okay. I was able to help myself, and Scythe definitely helped too. I’m glad he was there.” I was still shaken up, but I felt the urge to calm Mark.
“I’m going to have to apologize to him. I may have been a little harsh.” Mark ran his fingers through his hair.
“You can apologize at any point!” Scythe shouted from the other room.
I smiled. Of course Scythe was listening to the conversation. There wasn’t exactly much space in my apartment to
