he’d always been one to worry . although equipped with a calm head , worry wasn’t a foreign concept to the boy . and it always peeked with her . fingers so gently tap cotton ball to wound , having fixed it up the best he could and continuing to clean it just in case . he was far from trained in this , but for her ? he’d try anything . concentration clouds features as eyes stay glued to his work , though he can’t help the smile tugging at his lips when she speaks . ❛ please don’t . i’m too young to have a heart attack . ❜ / cont. with @rvenant !
