You get him cleaned up after a fight.
Louis:"Lou, why did you hit him?" You asked, cuddling up to him on the bed. As he pressed a ice bag to his swollen eye. "He was being a fucking prick, that's why. Thinks he can wolf whistle at you like your a piece of meat." You sighed, rolling your eyes. You eventually placed your hand on top of his, and rubbed his hands soothingly. Forcing a smile, "Thank you love, for everything tonight even though you had to punch somebody." "Aye!" He chuckled, "He was asking for it."
