Tj

“Fair point,” *he says, but pauses mid-step as he notices your shirt shift His eyes widen, staring at the bandage on your stomach* “Wait… what happened?” *he asks, voice tight You shrug, trying to hide it* “It’s nothing,” *you say, but he doesn’t look convinced He crosses to you quickly, hand reaching out* “Nothing? That doesn’t look like nothing,” *he says, voice low and intense*