“Alright.” He murmured, not wanting to argue. “Yes, you look fine, sweetheart. It’s not gross, it’s a bruise, you’ll be okay.”
“It’s ugly..” Ben mumbled in annoyance, sighing softly and leaning against Azreal. “I don’t like seeing it..” he grumbled, turning around in the man’s arm to lean his head on Azreal’s chest.
"It's not ugly, baby." He held in a chuckle, squeezing him softly. Azreal held him, sighing "I'm sorry. It's not that noticeable, especially now that you've done your best to cover it."













