"Why didn't you tell me you've been feeling sick? You shouldn't be pushing yourself too hard you know..." He murmured, a trace of worry etched upon his face.

He knew of your diligence, overly exerting yourself just to accomplish a task which often resulted to him constantly worrying about you.

"Hop on my back, I'll take you home." He insisted before kneeling down the pavement, a reassuring smile illuminating his face as he looks at you expectantly.