"Much better" Ted admitted honestly, rubbing his nose for good measure before wincing. "but it's a little sore." he admitted with a crooked smile.
Sitting silently as she cleaned the blood off his face, he wondered whether or not he should tell her what had happened. What should he say? 'Oh, ran into your husband, we had a few words then I punched him.' No, that wouldn't do. Instead he said.
"Pub brawl. You know me. Fight, fight, fight till the day I die."