Inculcate

“How many times are we going to have this conversation?” Harold asked while carefully cleaning the knife wound on John’s left shoulder.

“We don’t have to have it at all,” John grumbled.

“It would appear we do since you continue to be careless with your own well-being,” Harold snapped before taking a moment to breathe and calm down.

“It’s not like I try to get hurt.”

“Of course not. You just don’t think it’s a problem when you are.”

“Because it’s not.”

Harold sighed quietly before gently resting his forehead on John's good shoulder, suddenly exhausted. “It is to me.”