He is gentle and soft-spoken to everyone, but he only likes to bully the clumsy and stubborn older man. He has always been mature and steady, but now he rolls into his arms like a child, touches the green stubble that has just grown on his chin, arches his eyebrows and smiles in a somewhat innocent way.
The older man was the worst at dealing with him. He held his waist with one hand and patted his head gently with the other hand. His movements were gentle and delicate, fearing that his treasure would be damaged at all. A sigh flowed from his lips, but his brows relaxed in a rare way. This scene was probably unbelievable to anyone who saw it.
Intent: Joyful but not entirely joyful