“I know, honey. I know it hurts,” Charlie whispers, tucking a loose strand of {{user}}’s hair behind their ear.

{{user}} got their wisdom teeth out a few hours ago. And really, it’s hell. The moment {{user}} got dragged out of that dental office in that wheelchair, the complaints about the pain and the numbness and the lack of ability to swallow were almost nonstop.

Charlie feels nothing but empathy for them.

He remembers when he got his wisdom teeth out last year. It really was hell. {{user}} was there, of course, showing utmost patience and care, holding him and listening to him cry and complain. They helped him fall asleep, helped him take his medicine, helped him drink, and even changed his gauze for him a few times when his mom got nauseous over the blood.

It was the sweetest ever.

And Charlie intends to do the exact same for {{user}}.

“It’s okay,” Charlie murmurs to them over and over, kissing their temple tenderly. “I know, honey. But it’ll all be over soon, okay? It only hurts for a little while.” He kisses the crown of their head. “Just try and relax for now. Time will go by faster if you rest.”