unliiimited:

                       he demanded a medal for 
                               the amount of self-control he
                               had exerted. gray’s jaw clenched
                               as his hands scrambled to cover
                               his injured face. eyes squeezed
                               shut and he bore the pain that
                               pulsed through him harshly.

                               a door. it was a door. 
                                      what a blow to his pride.

                                      at the very least, he managed to
                                      prevent the stream of curses that
                                      were threatening to spill from his
                                      mouth.

                                     a medal, he wanted a medal. 

                      “ this — never happened, got it? ”

                                 his aching f o r e h e a d !

                               "It was just a door…be glad I didn’t
                                 punch you in the forehead.“

But perhaps that would have been better, at least in Gray’s logic.
Taking a peek at the ice mage’s forehead, she couldn’t contain
the laughter that bubbled up.

                              "Wonder how you’re going to explain
                                the bump than…

                                 …Fine, fine. I didn’t just hit you in the
                                 face with a door.” Loser.

It was his own fault for walking out of the guild using the wrong door.