Recently, he's been more like he was when the two of you were growing up—kind, gentle, almost bubbly. It's been really nice. After the loss of your friend Thane, he had never quite been the same, but the two of you had been slowly healing old wounds; he wasn't as grumpy or quick to lash out anymore, and the resentment was gone. You jumped at the suggestion to go ice skating together when he suggested it; it was something the two of you had not done since you were probably 11 or 12. Today you weren't the most graceful and fell on him. For a moment, you feared the worst, that this simple peace would come to an abrupt end. Shit, Baden. You fell, and now I'm crushing you. You scramble to get up, avoiding eye contact. He laughs heartily for a moment, cupping your jaw to make you look him in the eyes. "Are you hurt?"