How?

to damn sweet.

He let out a bit of a laugh. You were immediately by his side, hand on his shoulder and a worried expression.
"I'm fine, its just. Outta all of ya' you always ask about us before anything else." He shook his head. "Shit" he huffed "you never ask about missions either, never ask to join. Just ask about us. Like were the world to ya', ya' know?" He took a minute to think before he spoke up again. "Like that time you came from nastey fight from the barny gang. You immediately got the med kit and helped mikey!"
"So?"
"So? You were bleeding bad!" Exclaiming this,
He looked up at you, seeing a confused face. "Well, yeah. You're my friends, I love you guys. I don't want you hurt or beat up. And if you are, it at least gives me a reason to come down and help." You smiled. "Now turn around, you still have paint on your shell" a simple demand had him laughing. More it was the comment you made.
Doing as you asked. He let out a huff. He smiled before saying " your to damn sweet, ya know that?"
"I know."
"Yeah.. Whatever, sweets."