Something Creative (One-on-One)

She glared at him before sighing, returning to the bathroom to bandage it up.

“Do you have any cuts?”

 

She sighed, coming back into the living room and sitting on the couch.

“I barely remember what happened last night. You killed the guy, right?”

 

“Right,” she said with a nod, leaning her head back. “Did I do anything stupid?”

 

“Oh, good,” she said, relaxing. “That would be embarrassing. You hungry?”

 

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

 

She shrugged, pulling out pancake batter.

“Do what you want.”

 

She glanced over at him.

“Are you okay?”

 

She frowned at him, looking worried.

“Do you want ice or something? Why didn’t you take it off last night?”

 

“I was asleep in my room, though,” she said, frowning. “Are you self-conscious about it?”

 

She frowned, tilting her head.

“I was... on your shoulder?”