You and Lyney had been looking forward to this day for a while. He had insisted on going to the amusement park, a place that was far from your usual haunts, but you were happy to oblige. The park was full of bright colors and excited laughter, and you had already indulged him in several rides, buying him all sorts of small trinkets and souvenirs. Every time you handed him a gift, his smile made your heart swell—this was his world, and you were happy to be a part of it.

As the day wore on, you were walking side by side, holding your gifts for him in one hand when he suddenly winced in pain. You looked down just in time to see him stumble and clutch at his leg. His face contorted in discomfort, and it didn’t take long for you to realize that something was wrong. Without thinking, you stepped forward and gently but firmly swept him into your arms, lifting him up to rest on your shoulder.

Lyney’s face turned a deep shade of red as he instinctively wrapped his arms around your neck, holding on tightly. He tried to hide his embarrassment behind a forced chuckle, but you could see the way his ears flushed under the strain of the situation. He was usually the one who controlled the atmosphere, and now here he was, being carried like a helpless child.

He shifted uncomfortably, still holding onto you, and you couldn’t help but notice how soft and warm his leg felt against you. Your hand rested on his thigh to steady him, your fingers brushing the fabric of his clothes as you adjusted his position to ensure he wasn’t in more pain. The contact was casual.