warnings : implied violence, mans won't fess the f up, somewhat miscommunication.
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— "What do you have to worry for? I can handle myself!" Kevin would always say, but what lies when you can always see him roughed up, dirt-covered and heavy breathing from a match. Sometimes you wonder if he's doing it on purpose to spite you and make fun of your constant worry.— While he cares about you a lot, it's as if he himself doesn't care for himself the same.
— When you're both in a match together, he tends to be more aware; always making sure to ping his location and tries to assure you he is fine with the limited quick messages the Owner has to offer.
— After a specifically intense match, he can't even lie as he tiredly retire to your arms.
— "Hold me, will you dear?"
— He tends to need ignore his physical needs, ignoring his wounds - just to be able to hold you or be held. He just needs your presence, it's all that he (apparently) need to heal up.
— "Who cares about all that bitter medicine and tight bandages? They do nothing but cut off my airflow!"
— "You don't have a wound on your neck now, do you? Now sit still and let me apply this medicine."
— As he gets patched up, he tries to show that he's fine through flirtatious comments and cheesy pick-up lines.
— On a more serious note, he'll for sure reassure you that it's alright, and that he can handle himself, and you needn't to worry.
— Take care of him; he can't keep up with himself sometimes ...
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