"gods why are you wet...."

"swear i didn't flood the toilets again ― oof, hey..." your head collides with his chest and the shaking of your body immediately has his jesting tone down. knowing how you want to be handled when sad, his arms immediately snake around your body, keeping you close and steady while letting you hold him however you wanted.

he knows you have a habit of being nice to... well, everyone. and he fears it's the same reason ― again ― for having you look like a mess gone through hell. people can be cruel sometimes...

"hey, sweet girl, you okay? what happened..."