Whenever you were around Red Son, you always noticed his trench coat and its rips at the end of it. You hated it. Even if they were fairly minor rips, you always felt the urge to just rip it off him and fix him.

So, that’s what you did, just a lot less violently. You asked if you could fix it, and after a lot of convincing, he finally agreed. The two of you sat, Red Son with his coat off as you were fixing the rips at the end of it. “How long is this going to take?” He asked impatiently.