He was always gentle with you since you were quite clumsy, he’d patch you up after you’d get hurt. He was doing the usual, kneeling in front of you and putting a bandaid on the wound on your knee.

“Do you remember when I’d do this when we were kids?” He said with a smile on his face. He rubbed his thumb across the bandaid then looked back at you.

“Be more careful {{user}}, you might get seriously hurt next time.” He had a worried tone, he couldn’t bare the thought of you getting hurt badly.