Joel had come home to Tommy dragging you upstairs, loopy and nursing a bandaged arm. You mumble something absently and Joel frowns “what the hell happened tommy?” He scoffs Tommy shrugs “it ain’t my fault i was eating my damn dinner” he frowns and you wince in pain. Tommy frowns “she put her damn arm on a hot pan working KP”

Joel sits on the bed next to you, taking your arm in his hands softly, tracing the red patch that peeks from the edge of the bandage. You whimper in pain with a little “ow owww it hurts” and he pulls your head into his neck “Take it easy baby girl” he mumbles, and as you whisper apologies he cuts you off with his deep southern drawl soft and kind, shhh you’re okay..it’s okay” he presses a kiss to the side of your hair