It was beautiful. My knuckles connected with his nose and I was rewarded with a brilliant red. He grabbed my fist before I could do it again. He was smiling unnervingly.

"See? I'm just as human as you are. I bleed red, my bones break..." Breaths coming irregularly, raggedly as I tried to wring myself from his grasp.

"You're crazy!" I was laughing, on the verge of crying. He nodded without even pausing to think about it.

"I am. And so are you," Our noses matched. Blood trickled perversely from them both. His breathing was uneven too. As if someone flipped a switch somewhere, we both eased ourselves down onto the floor. Hand hanging over my knees limply I leaned forward.

"Hey, you gotta keep it elevated... it'll just get worse..."

"Who the hell's fault do you think this is in the first place," Too tired to hit him again, but oh god did I want to.

"Should I go get us some ice?"

"Yeah... that'd be good..." Closing my eyes and wincing at the pain once again. He went so far as to put the ice inside of a towel.

"You're so nice at the weirdest times... you feel guilty or something?"

"Not so much, do you?"

"Not once,"

"Haha, then we're on the same page,"

Experimentally poking at the bridge of my nose and cringing as I felt it move all on its own.

"Think of it as free of charge plastic surgery," He laughed.

He hadn't bothered to bring himself any ice, blood still running down. I bit my lip, there was no way I would feel guilty for this. I did though. Meekly, I edged towards him, wiping the blood from his face. He said nothing, an unusual frown on his lips. He was eying me with what might have been amusement. I held the ice to him, trying to get him to take it into his own hands. He wouldn't, of course. I continued nursing him for a few minutes before he pulled me down for a long kiss. Within a few minutes we both pulled away cursing.

"Okay, add that to the list of things not to do with a broken nose,"

Feeling particularly cruel, I kissed him once again.

I couldn't decide if I wanted to play nurse or executioner.

Both were equally attractive.

He bit my lip, drawing blood.

"Make up your mind," He growled.

"Don't want to,"

That was fine, too. My head was growing lighter by the second. It'd be almost poetic if we passed out together.

"Your kindness is what makes you so cruel,"

I smiled.

Today, I am neither.