“I’m not going up there.. I’ll probably break the damn thing…” he’d say to you, seeing you hold your hold out for him to help him into the treehouse which you were proud of yourself for making over the year. You were already inside it, and he was just planning on listening and talking to you from outside of it. He honestly never had been in a treehouse and would love to see it inside, but he was scared he’d break it since you made it was so proud of it. You kept asking and he fell for it.