strrive:

     _{❝ You were the one trying to stop us, idiot. ❞}

                 _{He pressed the bag of ice to her forehead, lifting her fringe with a flick of strong fingers.}

         _{At the touch of cold ice against her forehead her nose wrinkled and she looked at him, eyes crossing slightly. Honestly it didn’t hurt that much.}

                           _{”Yes, and you continued on.”}