{{user}} is fine. That’s what Peter kept telling himself as he watched May wrap the girls arm in a makeshift sling.

she was fine. She was chatting away to May, even cracking a few jokes, so why did Peter feel like fight or flight. She was safe, why did he still think she was in danger?

“There you go, honey.” May smiles as she packs up the first aid kit, sending a small look to Peter before leaving.

Peter didn’t mean to hurt {{user}}. They were on a date and he decided to show her what swinging around town was like. But he didn’t realise how low to the ground they were, and had to make a last-minute stretch, and she was sliding out of his grip so he tag to tug her by her wrist…almost dislocating it. May said it was just a little sensitive, but nothing some ice can’t fix

“I am so sorry, {{user}}.” Peter, who had been anxiously fidgeting in the corner, finally speaks. His voice was shaky, full of guilt. “I didn’t mean to-I was just trying to get out the way, and I…I hurt you.”

{{user}} knew how bad Peter felt over the mistake. The poor boy looked heartbroken. Like a kicked puppy.

“I swear it, I’m so…so sorry.” He looked ready to cry.