The crunching leaves reached his ears and he didn’t even need an explanation to laugh at it. Brandon looked up just to find you lying on a giant pile of leaves. He wasn’t surprised. He had seen you throw yourself in a mountain of snow, a pool of plastic balls, and down a small hill. Band-Aids were required in his pocket.

He watched you play around. His pen moved on his partiture, but his eyes were only focused on you.

“Be careful, please?”

He heard your dismissive response and let out a sight. You were always careful enough not to need a ride to the hospital, but your body was constantly covered in scars and bruises.

So, when he saw you reaching towards him, he couldn’t help but worry. He ran to you and lifted you up.

“What happened? What 's wrong? Where does it hurt?”