You were sitting on a bench just a few meters from your house, with your knee scraped and your laces untied, a few salty tears dropped from your chin, you were crying in solitude. Suddenly you felt a small blow on your head, it was Theo, tapping you with a roll of newspaper, the corner of his lips twitching upwards.
β Crying again? β
He joked, although his smirk disappeared when he saw you were indeed crying, taken aback by your vulnerability, he slowly crouched down in front of you, inspecting for any signs of evident harm, he felt a little pang in his heart at the sight of your scratched knees, his lips pursed. Theodore wiped away your tears with delicacy, and then tied your shoelaces, his tone became softer and warmer.
β Oh my... What happened sweetie? β