"You've got a way with words, don't you?" Bobby shook his head in disbelief, while he wrapped an ice pack into a clean kitchen cloth. His lips were doing the quirk that showed that he was amused more than annoyed and then his face was soft when he approached Michael and put the ice pack against his bruised face. Yeah, that looked bad.

"Nothing broken." He was certain of that much, at least. "Good thing I came by when I did. You're still looking good, promise. Pretty boy." He kind of was.