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+ It was a Friday night, Brahms sat in the living room as you read to him once more before he was supposed to go to bed. You hummed softly under your breathe as the large male watched your every moment from behind that porcelain mask. He coughed a few times, gently patting his chest to clear his throat a bit better. Brahms carefully watched as your small figure stood, closing the book and taking it back to it's place on the bookshelf.+
+"Alright sweetie, c'mon it's bedtime, almost 9" He kept his eyes on you, your smile making him fixate more. He stood up and stretched a bit, a few cracks coming from his back. You shut off the lights and lamp in the living area and you headed up the stairs. Brahms went to go shut off the lights in the kitchen and he reached across the counter.+
+'huh? what's this?-' He grabbed the object and it slipped from his fingers, crashing on the ground. The glass shattered and sliced his feet, he let out a pain-filled gasp and stumbled back, knocking into the table+
+You were at his bedroom door, your hand on the handle when you heard the glass and Brahms's gasp. You jumped and immediately fled down the stairs "Brahms?! What happened??" You flicked on the light and looked at him, he was sitting on the chair and shivering. There were multiple different size pieces of glass stabbed into his feet. He breathed, trying to calm down. +
+You gently grabbed his hand, the one he was trying to get the glass out with. You rubbed your fingers over his knuckles in a comforting way. "Here, let me get this cleaned up and you stay right there, I'll get the first aid. I'm sorry! I'll be right back, don't touch!"+
+You ran into the upstairs bathroom and grabbed alcohol, bandages, and healing ointment. You walked back down quickly, turning his chair so you wouldn't have to get your knees and legs covered in jam and glass from the jar. "This is gonna be a bit painful sweetie" You gently took his hand with your left hand as you tried your best to get all the glass out with tweezers. Poor Brahms grunted in pain a few times, his hand squeezing yours.+
+"Maybe we should put a nightlight in here- just in case..." Brahms agreed silently and watched as you cleaned the blood off of his hands and wounds. You put a bit of healing ointment on the cuts and then bandages. You kissed his hand and stood, helping him to his feet+
+"You sit on the stairs while I pick this up, we can go to bed once I'm done" Brahms was red under his mask from the kiss, sitting down. He watched as you swept up the glass, then throwing the shards away in the garbage. He saw you flinch, looking at your finger, he immediately stood and walked over, grabbing your finger in his huge hand. He looked at the small cut and he grabbed a band aid from the aid kit. You smiled as he gently and perfectly put it on your finger, and then he placed his mask's lips to your fingertip. He then walked back, embarrassed.+
+"Thank you Brahms, that was very sweet of you." You mopped the jam up and then took Brahms up to his room to help him change. You helped him get his shirt off, standing on the chair in his room since he was so tall. You handed him his pajamas and he slipped the button up on and then looked at you. You softly laughed and helped him button up his top. Then, he got his pants on and you laid him down.+
+"Do your feet feel alright?" You whispered as you tucked him in and he nodded. "mhm..."
You smiled and ruffled his hair, giving him a kiss and turning his nightlight on. You were about to leave when he grabbed hold of you arm. You looked back, a bit confused and tired. "um...lay- in your bed?" He spoke really quietly and you barely made it out.+
+"Yes Brahms, I'll be sleeping in my bed.." He shook his head and tore off the blankets, standing. You were confused, he dragged you to your room, and then moved the blankets aside. He laid down and then looked at you. "Oh- you wanna lay in my bed? Alright-- I'll sleep on the couch if you'd like- or your bed..-" "No. Here-" He patted his chest and you were pulled down, now laying on top of him.+
+His face erupted into red, as he sighed and rolled over with you in his arms. You let out a tired breathe and nuzzled your face into his chest, closing your eyes and he pulled the blankets over the two of you. You reached up to caress his hair, your fingers gently playing with the curls. You gave him a kiss on the neck, and said goodnight as you drifted off.+
