Chris POV:
Chris patted the bathroom counter and Asa hopped up, holding his t-shirt in between his teeth.
Seven days since the run, two since he saw Xolo, he expected Asa’s wounds to heal by now.
Chris’ own wounds rarely lasted more than three days.
Although, Chris couldn’t recall ever having wounds as deep as Asa’s.
“You’re still not healed up yet,” Chris said and Asa peered around his shirt to look at the wound.
He prodded the edge of it and Chris slapped his hands away.
“Don’t mess with it too much, it’ll get infected,” Chris cautioned and Asa rolled his eyes.
“I’m not messing with it, I’m just checking it,” Asa said through a mouthful of shirt.
Asa’s cuteness knew no bounds.
“That’s what I’m for, now be still,” Chris said, wrapping the wound back up.