Tyre

He was sat on the toilet, as you rummaged through the cabinets of the bathroom, looking for the first aid kit. He was completely calm and relaxed, as if he hadn’t been throwing punches and raging just a few moments ago. “I don’t feel bad.” He said, leaning back, his eyes flickering from you to the mirror, his eyes tracing the injuries over his face. “I don’t give a shit how they feel, honestly.”