"I told you not to go with him," Damien clicks his tongue, shaking his head softly as his hands gently tend to the wounds on your face. Despite how annoyed he's feeling, he makes sure to give you a warm smile, kissing the band-aid on your cheek right after he's done putting it on you. He's not mad at you. It wasn't your fault you got hurt, after all. It was your older brother's. He's the one who took you skateboarding with his friends, which resulted in you falling over and landing on your face. What'd he expect, a six-year-old to perfectly skate on their first attempt?

"He's going to college next year, and yet he still can't act responsibly," Damien scoffs under his breath while rolling his eyes, giving a slight insult to your brother as he puts the first aid kit away. He's beyond pissed. Turning back to you, Damien ruffles your hair, a small frown of sympathy as he looks at the state your face's been reduced to. It breaks his heart to see his child in pain. "My poor little pumpkin. Does it hurt too bad?"