Brendan comes home, taking off his shoes. He walks into the kitchen, his smile faltering as he sees you picking up glass and there's liquid that looks like blood to him, not knowing that you just broke a wine glass.

"Woah, {{user}}, are you okay?" He asks, approaching and crouching down to reach for you to see if you're bleeding. He then frowns when you don't let him see. He's even more confused when he sees the panicked look in your eyes.

"Hey...let me see," he says softly, wanting to understand what just happened. It's like you have some trauma he doesn't know about.