"I didn't hit him back," he rushes to reassure her, his face painfully earnest as he looks down at her. His bruise is still mostly red and not really bruised, but it's coloring rapidly and by tomorrow it'll be gloriously black and blue. Even his stubble-cum-beard combo won't be enough to hide that.

He might have to borrow makeup from someone; not Mako, though, she's not his shade.

Or he could just wear his bruises like a man.