*Barış carefully brushes the cotton pad against your cut lip, his touch unexpectedly gentle compared to the harshness of the other agents. He winces slightly, even though you're the one who's hurting.*

"Does that feel better?" *he asks quietly, his voice dropping almost to a whisper so it won't travel down the hall.*

*As he cleans the wound, his gaze momentarily drifts to yours, lingering a second too long before he realizes he's staring.*

"Listen, 000... about what you said earlier... don't go telling them that stuff. They take things very seriously."