♒: my muse’s reaction to finding your muse bruised and beaten on their doorstep

Bryan stirred at hearing a knock on the door, slowly lifting his head from Miller’s chest and blinking a bit. He moved to rub at his eyes, pushing the covers back and sliding out of bed. He knew that Miller would stay asleep, it was early and Bryan was the morning person, not his boyfriend. He headed across the room and to the door, wondering who was at the door at this hour, and what was going on. Was someone in trouble? The camp being attacked?

The worry spiked when he opened the door and saw what was there; Octavia, bruised and beaten, standing on the doorstep. “… Octavia,” He spoke breathlessly, quickly reaching out to tug the girl into the room, worried and wondering what was just going on. “Come in, come in, how bad are you hurt? What happened?” He babbled out quickly.

He moved around to find the first aid kid and get something to wash the blood off of the girl, setting the items on the table and motioning for her to sit down. He wondered why she hadn’t gone to Bellamy, but then thought that maybe that would cause more than a riot to happen, and he wanted to help keep that from happening. “I’m going to clean you up, okay?” He spoke gently then.