"I've never seen you lose control like that before, not even when you were completely drunk. Come in," Olivia said, pulling Ethan into her apartment.
Ethan let out a tired breath as he dropped onto the sofa.
Olivia grabbed the medicine box before sitting down beside him.
"Wow. Look at your face," she muttered. "You actually let them hit you back there?"
"My injuries aren't nearly as bad as theirs."
"Yeah, obviously," Olivia said mockingly.
Ethan glanced at her.
"Look at your own face."
"I only got slapped once, and I slapped that bitch back several times," Olivia muttered, touching her still-burning cheek.
She pulled out antiseptic and reached toward Ethan's face, ready to apply it.
Ethan immediately stopped her.
"No."
Olivia blinked.
"Huh?"
Ethan exhaled slowly.
"I don't want treatment when we're not clean."
Olivia stared.
