Worrily, he’d keep trying to find you (can be his child, sibling, whatever), shy little kid who had gotten overwhelmed whenever he got loaded with questions by the press and a bunch of other people. He’d slowly walk into an alleyway, his face lighting up as he saw you curled up against yourself, sitting against one of the walls of the alleyway. He’d carefully walk up to you, crouching down and gently rubbing your back, “Hey… I’m so sorry you got scared like that, birdie…”