“Mm- I got it, baby.”

Brendan hums, adjusting his leather jacket and turning towards his pouting boyfriend, sighing affectionately.

“Don’t worry, pretty, I got it.”

He mumbles, kneeling swiftly and taking your foot into his hands, tying up your converse for you.

“There. My sweet boy shouldn’t have to strain himself, especially not after getting such a big surgery.”

He mumbles softly, gently tracing his lover’s top surgery scars and kissing his neck.