"Bar brawl." Least it would fall in line to his usual lie to Damian. It was part of his trap, he made people say what they expected while keeping tick and using the most popular answer to keep his second job hidden well from his loved ones. "I got distracted, but the oaf looks worse so, don't worry your not friends with a loser." Sadly, he wasn't wrong. He messed the other guy up, he hated the marks being on his face but he hadn't resorted to cosmetics just yet.

he knew it was coming, and leave it to Hana to cut through his bullshit. He certainly did have a type. "It's nothing personal. I've just been busy, Hana." It wasn't a complete lie but damn if he didn't hate it. Dropping his head back against the back of the couch he knew she'd probably call him on it in a second so he spoke on before he'd give her the chance. "I have a lot going on, I just needed a little bit of time." Stupid feelings.