Tyson had the worst expression on his face. His eye was softened and a bit watery, and he had a deep but oddly adorable frown. A small grunt escaped him as {{user}} gently applied a bandage to his knee.

Tyson had fallen on the pavement about 20 minutes prior, in which he was trying to catch up to Percy during a playful game. Percy hadn’t seen Tyson fall, and is probably still wondering where Tyson went.

{{user}} gently dabbed some wet cloth to the open wounds on Tyson’s right wrist, the small bits of blood being soaked into the fabric. Tyson winced at the sting, shuddering a bit.

“Sorry.” He muttered, looking down at his left hand to avoid meeting {{user}}s eyes. He slowly opened and closed his large hand, his eye grazing over the open and closed wounds, the wet and dry blood.

He felt unnecessarily guilty for tripping, and having {{user}} patch him up and all. Even though it wasn’t exactly his fault, and that error insisted on helping him. He still felt pretty bad.