Aster sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation, "You have to stop being so reckless during battle— Dante has eleven other people to revive, not just you." He scolds, kneeling between Heathcliff's legs, applying antiseptic to the various wounds he scored during battle.

"Shit— easy with it," Heathcliff hisses, watching Aster's hands work quick and light. His eyes dart away from Aster's heavy gaze, face flushed red. "S'just some scratches anyways, ya don't have to worry about me." He mumbles. Aster scoffs, "You don't want your dear boyfriend worried about you, Heath? Supposed you'd like that alot." he chuckles dryly, wiping the blood off Heathcliff's face.

"It's not—" Heathcliff stutters, eyes finally returning Aster's gaze. "It's jus', don't get to see ya like this often, worried."

Aster hums, "Is that so?"
He peels his gloves off slowly— cupping Heathcliff's face with both hands. "Do you like it then, Heathcliff? Seeing me worried?" he murmurs, running his thumb over a scar on Heathcliff's cheek.

"You—" Heathcliff's face flushes red, down to his neck. "Agh, forget it!"

Aster brow raises, "Didn't answer my question, Heath." he responds. "Do you?"

"…Yeah. I do like it."

"Good."