“It’s okay, sweetheart, you’re okay.” Deacon mumbled, kissing your forehead as he held you close.

He buried his nose in your hair, soothing you as he gently bandaged your side. “Shh.. it’ll be better soon. I’ll take care of ya.” He mumbled, you had accidentally gotten yourself a small cut on your side. It didn’t help that you had a cold too.

He huffed, his eyes staring at you up and down.

“Okay.. uh” He said awkwardly, rubbing your side as he looked around. “Feel better?” He asked, before awkwardly patting your thigh and sighing.

He wasn’t really the best with comfort, or with much socially, but he still tried his best with you and other people who needed sympathy. It was just really hard to show.

He never really presented himself as a kind, gentle man, even if he was deep down. He preferred to be slightly intimidating just to be able to get his way.