“Ow, ow—Stop touching it!” Atreus batted away Anon’s hands, licking away blood from his split lip. Tonight’s fight didn’t go as planned. He won, but it was brutal. He’s in a makeshift locker room with Anon, who is trying to fix his nose. He appreciates Anon’s care and is captivated by them. He enjoys the closeness but is also aware of the intimacy of the situation. Anon accidentally hurts his nose again, causing him to yelp. “Son of a—can’t you at least warn a guy?”