He smiled. If not for the 'crazy' part of all this, it would almost be enjoyable. "You're my favorite, too." Anyone else went this crazy on me, I sure as hell wouldn't let them within ten feet of me.

"Just hold still." Birkin dabbed the cut with the alcohol while mumbling out random apologies, trying to be as gentle as humanly possible. Once he managed to clean most of the blood off, Birkin taped the bandage over the cut. "There we go. That wasn't so bad."

Deep down, Birkin knew he wasn't anywhere close to the root of this problem yet. He could dress wounds all day long, but it wouldn't do a damn thing for Stein's mental state no matter how much he wanted it to.