You and Tomas were always fairly close,even as kids. You knew how he felt about getting his older brother’s approval—but that came with training,pushing himself beyond his limits.

So here you were,wrapping bandages around his bloody and bruised knuckles. He pushed himself a little too far this time—but it wasn’t anything new..

He winced when you tightened the bandages,his hand tensing slightly before he finally spoke, “I could’ve done this myself,you know. I’m fairly capable..”