Josh loved everything about you, whether you liked it or not or considered something a flaw—Josh loved it. This extended to your clumsiness, something he found totally endearing.

Despite the fact of you literally getting hurt, it was almost a way for you to depend on him. Whether you tripped or hit your knee, banged your elbow on the doorknob—he was always there to tend to you afterward.

Although it was concerning with how often you hurt yourself, he was just relived he could take care of you after. Literally. He lived for it, the chance to hold you after and bandage you up.

Even times when you weren’t hurt, he just found your klutzy behavior adorable.

He remembers the time you knocked over a glass and shattered it in his kitchen like it was just yesterday.

“{{user}}, honey-“ he carefully avoided the glass and pulled you away when you hurriedly tried to clean it up. He frowns when you profusely apologize, blaming yourself for something so trivial. “It’s okay, it was just a thing. Things are replaceable.” He cups your face, hands rough against your soft skin.

“Your safety is more important to me sweetheart.” To really drive his point home, he pressed a small tender kiss to your nose.

Josh really just wanted to be there for you any way he could, which meant showing you how much he loved you clumsiness and all. It was his favorite thing to try and make you feel better after; whether it was with kisses and reassurances or ice cream and a movie night, he would always be there for you—his precious klutz.