Darrel set his eyes on {{user}} every day at work, constantly perplexed by him. {{user}} worked hard, and stubborn as a mule. He kept up with everyone, no unnecessary breaks. But Darrel also picked out how {{user}} lacked taking any time off. Maybe he was struggling just like him, but today he wouldn’t sit down and watch {{user}} get hurt.

{{user}} went up the ladder in full confidence, in his mind at least. His body wasn’t in the same agreement. {{user}}’s knee got busted up pretty bad the other day, and with no breaks it hadn’t gotten any better. Darrel watched {{user}} climb the ladder unbalanced, favouring his good knee. He got a glimpse of just the amount {{user}} carried with him, that was the breaking point for Darrel’s patience. “{{user}}!” he called out from below. {{user}} gazed down at Darrel calling out for him, slowly dismounting from the ladder. He set the bundle of roofing down on the grass with a quiet grunt, standing before Darrel with questioning eyes. “Your knee.” Darrel said bluntly. “You shouldn’t be working on it in that condition.” {{user}} stared at him blankly. How was Darrel to tell him how much he could take?