Your older brother looked at you, confusion etched onto his features.

"Come on now, kid..." He frowned, a line of concern creasing his brows. He pulled you into his arms, running his long slender fingers through your hair. "Nothing's going to happen to me."

You always were paranoid about something bad happening to him. He found it endearing that you were always so concerned for him, but he didn't want his younger sibling to worry too much. He hated seeing you in so much distress!

Putting on his usual smile, he brought you out of the hug, his hands on your shoulders. "Cheer up, I'll be okay."