There was a cut on Ed's forehead from where he had hit the corner of a dresser at home. Clumsy, of course, and just so happening to coincide with a beginning of a black eye and a slight limp he was sure he'd be able to hide after the weekend. Another altercation with his father and now here he was, in Jon's apartment, holding as still as he could make himself while he trusted the other to clean his wound and to determine whether he needed stitches. They'd already cleared that he didn't have a concussion.

"It's so damn annoying, the placement." Edward gestured vaguely to the wound Jonathan was already looking at, proving his inability to hold still. "I'll have to wear... a beanie. Something fashion inept like that."

If he wanted to hide it, anyway. "The eye doesn't look so bad, right?" He glanced at Jonathan for reassurance, moving his head as he did so. Yeah, he was bad at not moving. "I think I'll keep it from colouring too much. Should be almost gone by Monday. Latest Tuesday. Gotta manage that."

Or it would be needlessly annoying in a number of ways he didn't want to admit to himself. "I've got Science class on Tuesday." As if that explained why he had to manage to somehow not be visibly bruised by then.