Standing in front of the mirror while Jamie took off his jeans, Eddie leaned in to look at the claw marks on his cheek, his nose wrinkling with disgust. They weren't deep at all, really nothing more than three deep scratches, but there was blood dripping down his cheek, bright red against his pale face.

Weird than the gash was the wild look in his eyes. It almost felt like looking at a different person.

Stepping away from the sink, Eddie curled a hand around Jamie's wrist as he moved in close, pressing a trembling kiss to his lips. "It's fine," he insisted, "Yours is way worse. Let me look at it."