It was your fault for not looking where you were going, and now you're left with a twisted ankle.

Jake stands above you, a hand on his mouth. Sure he feels bad, but it's still funny.

“Do you want..„ He stops himself as he was about to laugh before trying again. “Do you want me to carry you?„

He let's a smile get past when you nod before he picks you up, giving you a piggy back ride.