“I’d rather suffer in silence than have anyone think I’m weak,” he grumbled, leaning back against the wall. He didn’t rememeber hitting his ribs but that didn’t mean it hadn’t happened. Maybe it was just his exhaustion causing it. The Samoan’s eyes roamed the Iowan, looking for signs of injury, trying to avoid making eye contact. He’d always hated seeing Colby in pain of any sort, something about it always tugging at his heart and making him want to retaliate. A low growl escaped, eyes lifting in an attempt to glare when the bruise was poked. “’m fine,” he whispered, knowing that as long as he didn’t move maybe he could hide it. “You need to get yourself taken care of. Can’t tell me you ain’t hurting. I’ll only go if you do, too.” He stood up slowly, groaning at the pain. His arm slipped around Colby’s waist, glancing over at him. “C’mon. Like old times?”
“Yeah well, I know you well enough to not let you suffer in silence, man,” Colby responds with a grunt, his own arm wrapping around Joe’s shoulder’s and bringing him in slightly so its easier to walk together. “Just like old times, buddy,” he whispers back, licking his lips before looking away, trying to not remember how much like old times he could’ve possibly meant. “Plus, I do believe I planned on coming with you. Can’t watch you get taken care of if I’m not getting taken care of, right?”