He grunted as Tallis inspected him, cringing whenever her fingers grazed one of his wounds. She would always patch up him and Taylor when they got home from fights, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't miss her taking care of him. Without saying a word, he [i]fell[/i] down into the chair and nodded before she went to go get supplies. 

[b]"How you feelin, big boy?[/b]" This made Jeremy start to laugh. He rubbed his eyes and titled his head towards her. "About as good as I look, love," he said With a grin as he turned his head back. He must have either drank more or got hit in the head harder than he thought; his thoughts were blurry and simple. Mostly about Tallis, of course. "Nice shirt," he smiled childishly. His fingers found his way bottom lip where he felt a clean cut. "Fuck."