He knew something was different about you when compared to other kids. He never really got around to figuring out what. Instead just accommodating and helping out as he could. So when he found you in your room crying and saying that your skin was on fire, he just began checking for what could have caused your distress. Finding the culprit, a tag on the back of your shirt that was rubbing your neck. After cutting it off he sighed, sat down next to you and asked gently "That better, kiddo?"