"HF-"
He ran over to his side, eyes wide
"L-Lance are you ok!?"
Lance quite quickly buried his head into his chest, eyes shut as he quietly muttered
"P-Please...d-don't ever worry me like that..."
He blushed but couldn't help his hands from gently combing through Lance's hair, smiling down at him a little
"quietly I would've been fine...it wasn't that big of a drop..."
"I know...but you know you have fraile ankles...a-and your literally terrified from heights! W-What if you fell on your arm, y-you would've broken it..."
He laughed a little
"Lance, I'm not that weak-"
"Y-You know you have g-grandpa ankles Dmitri..-"
"W-I do not have grandpa ankles!!"
"...You twisted your ankle while jogging...Dmitri ;-.-;"
"Hmph-"
"...Just...don't be so reckless Dmitri, you know I over worry, and this is just another thing that proves my point."
