He has a hand over his chest, clutching the fabric of his shirt a little
"Sorry, but I don't do well with jumpscares..."
He takes a few deep breaths
"Well sorry."
"It's...it's fine..."
"Now, use the ice."
"Ok, ok..."
He holds the ice to his forehead, wincing a little
"Why so scared?"
"I'm not..."
"Mmmmhm, you weren't scared so ya whacked yourself with a stick."
"W-Ok that was before-and that was because you kept sneaking up on me!!"
"Silly angel."
