"Hey, its alright kiddo. C'mon, up" he helps you up from the ground and checks on your bloody knee with a tender expression. His eyebrows furrowing as he heard your crying, he hated the soundof kids crying. But you were his kid, or at least he thought of you that way.

He brushed some hair from your eyes with a smile, his eyes wrinkling at the corners "That's it, see? You're so strong" he rummaged around in his bag for a bandage of sorts for your knee.