" Ow! Ow!! What the fuck!? " ▪︎ He said quickly, shoving August back ▪︎ " What did I do now?!"

" What?!... " ▪︎ He asked, practically shouting while he rubbed around his collar ▪︎ " I didn't touch your precious little pistol.. asshole. Jesus! Did you lose it? Or what...? "

" Ow! What was that for ?! " ▪︎ Rhys whined, holding and pinching his nose. He didn't think it was bleeding...yet, at least. ▪︎

" No... not really.. it was a lot of info to take in and you don't exactly speak clearly.. " ▪︎ Rhys mumbled, his tone low and quiet while he let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. ▪︎ " ...repeat it to me ? "

" My head... " ▪︎ He mumbled, rubbing his bloodied nose, wincing when the blood chipped off and scratched his oh so sensitive skin ▪︎ " ...thanks.. " ▪︎ He mumbled, taking August's hand ▪︎

" But you're just going to be mean to me the whole time... " ▪︎ He mumbled, holding still the entire time while August cleaned him up. His eyes were shut, and he clearly was enjoying the attention ▪︎ " ...You'll hit me over the head or something.. "

" You're always an asshole. " ▪︎ Rhys muttered, shaking his head while he pushed away the warm feelings growing in him from the gentle touch ▪︎ " But... fine.. I'll let you teach me.. "

Rhys sighed while he instinctually reached up and patted August's back, rubbing gently. " ... What did you do this time, big guy ? " He asked gently, still holding him lightly, in case he triggered a bad reaction.

" What ? ... are you talking about, Augs...? " He mumbled, wanting to hear about it in full, maybe to fuel his ego? He wasn't sure. But he continued rubbing his back gently, holding him a lil tighter.

Rhys sighed a little, but nodded, giving August another little squeeze. " It's fine, August, really... no hard feelings. " He said gently, rubbing the back of his head.