She isn’t offended when he flinches away from her— she gets it. Touch is never exactly a whole net positive in their line of work. It get muddied between punishments and jobs where fist fights aren’t uncommon.

“Good,” sometimes, they take the hits together, other times not. It all depends on their explicit instructions whenever they get new assignments. In some ways, receiving their newest set of instructions is a little like getting a gift. A new surprise in every box. “Did you get blood in the seats again?” A common occurrence in their line of work.

She hums a soft noise and sweeps her eyes over him, “Where? Do you need stitches?”