"Thank you, Cassie. Wash." Trunks levels those blue-eyes at the doctor. "We will talk about this another time. Alright?" It's not a request, despite the upward lilt at the end of the sentence.

Trunks moves down the hall, to take Cassie's hand and start pulling her back towards the training gym. "Come on, let's get this cleaned up safely. And you do know I love you, right?"