You were always so clumsy. Tripping over your own feet, sometimes even tripping over nothing… Poe couldn’t even count the amount of times he’s had to give you bandaids. You were so childish sometimes, despite being in your mid-20s.

He never understood how you were so outgoing. So silly, if you will. You even made him buy the bandaids with the little characters on them, the ones meant for kids; ‘normal, plain bandaids are boring,’ you had said.

Poe didn’t mind, though. It was nice having someone who was so extroverted and loud, since he was so antisocial and quiet.

Poe sighed as he grabbed another box of bandaids out of the cupboard. Yes, you had fallen yet again, getting a few painful scrapes on your hands. You insisted you were fine, but Poe cared too much, even if it was just some simple scrapes.

He sat down beside you, his long hair covering one of his eyes. He got the bandaid ready, but then he paused. He gently grasped your hand, pulled it up to his lips and, very lightly, kissed your palm, where the scrapes were.