Gaara
"Here!" Gaara smiled handing over the bag of ointments, "I'm sorry about earlier…" The boy opened the door a bit wider and looked at him curiously.
"You're sorry…? Really?"
"Um… yeah!"
"Well… Okay." The boy grinned, scratching the back of his head. "Sorry I ran away. I was…" He looked down. Gaara frowned,
"You were scared of me because I got the ball for you?"
"No! I didn't realize about the ball thing right then… I was just focusing on you…" Gaara flinched,
"On me? Why?"
"…Well…. You've got a scary reputation. Unlike you, I can get hurt… And it's painful, getting hurt." Gaara nodded slowly looking down.
"But it's okay! If you're sorry than it doesn't really matter… Let's go for a walk, I can see the stars!" The boy called out something back into the house and ran out again. Gaara smiled.
"Are you my friend now? Oh… Here's the ointment by the way…" The boy took it and smiled again,
"Okay! Thanks."