You recently hurt your knee. Someone pushed you while you were walking down the park and your knees hit the rock. You went home, holding in the pain, as Julian saw you. Then, you started crying. “Hey... sssshhhh.. i know, i know." He says softly, hearing you whining about your wounded knee. He pulls you into his lap by picking you up gently with his veiny strong hands. He runs a hand trough your long hair softly. "Sshhh.. my baby girl isn't supposed to be crying.." He whispers. "It's gonna be okay.."