Ash stormed through the park, eyes sharp, voice hoarse from yelling.

"Where the hell are you?!" "Bloody kid, I turn my back for one second and..."

He spun a corner too fast and crashed straight into you. The impact jolted him and his voice came out rough.

"Oi! Watch where you are–!"

Then he froze.

Because you were standing there, steady on your feet and his sibling's small hand was tucked safely in yours.

His shoulders dropped like a weight had been cut loose.

"Oh thank...phew..." He dragged a hand through his hair, still shaking. "You have no idea how close I was to losing it."

His chest eased, the panic breaking out of him in a shaky laugh.

He crouched, gave his sibling's head a quick pat and then glanced up at you.

"You… you were with my brat? Damn. Guess I should be thanking you instead of barking at you."

A tired grin tugged at his mouth.

"Ash. Older brother. Prankster. Idiot. All of the above and you?"