Help
It's always her first instinct to help. So when she sees him struggling with his sling, she reacts without thinking. She settles it over his head and onto his shoulder and her fingers brush his as she aligns the fabric to his arm. For once, he indulges her and accepts her help, but not without questioning her intent with his eyes. I don't need you, he professes. Yes, you do, she responds, silently but adamantly. Still trying to fix me? he asks. She lowers her eyes. It's always her first instinct to help. Even when it doesn't help her cause.