[ she's definitely right about the tightness of the bandages, even giving a light grunt when she nudges the tape firm to his skin, more from the surprise than any kind of pain.

but it doesn't capture his attention nearly as much as her sudden closeness, his eyes lifting to watch her as she leans in, enough for him to feel the fall of her breath warm to his skin. he doesn't move, instead studying her like he's trying to figure out if she really will act on what she's suggesting, not at all shifting away like he's entirely willing to let her, with his gaze even falling to her lips when she speaks.

when she pecks his cheek, punctuating it with a laugh and a weak nudge to his chest, he gives a light roll of his eyes paired with a huffing breath in his own chuckle. he really should have known with her.

he raises his hand where she'd vaguely punched him at his chest, nose scrunching for a faux expression as if it had hurt, even when it hadn't, especially with the rest of his actual throbbing injuries. ]

Guess I missed all those clues. Kind of adorable, though, that you think you got my perfect woman all figured out. Sounds like you even got a few biases of your own in that theory.