Leon sighed heavily when he saw the small scratch on your knee, the shorts you were wearing made him look at your legs, consequently seeing the several already healed scratches that surrounded her.

“Did you get hurt again?” He said, seeing you sitting on the sofa in the living room, taking a box full of Band Aids and taking one out of the packaging, kneeling in front of you and taking your leg with one hand to place the patch on the wound.

“Sometimes you seem like a child.” He muttered softly.