Tiffany was sitting alone with Lincoln on the couch. Carefully, she applied some ointment to the cut on his lip while shaking her head in disbelief. She couldn't believe that of all places this is where they would throw hands against each other. Well, it was just Damian who threw a punch.
"What did you do this time?" She asked once she finished treating his bruised lips.
Lincoln had the smallest courage to lick his lip out of habit whenever it'll have a wound, thankfully, he remembered that there was an ointment on it. He turned his head on Tiffany and watched her shove the cream back into the safety kit.
"It's not my fault," he claimed and pulled the sleeves of his polo up.