you drive down to a quiet, idle street for an even surface to practice on.
charlie gets your roller skates out of the trunk, sitting you down on a curb before gently taking off your shoes and putting the skates on for you, carefully doing up the laces.
he looks up at you as he does, asking to make sure he isnt doing them up too tight.
he takes both of your hands, slowly lifting you to your feet. you immediately slip and he catches you, laughing. he tells you to be careful and holds your hands a little tighter.
once youve gotten used to the skates, he lets go of one hand to give you a little freedom. half an hour later, and youre confident enough to skate on your own !! yay !!!!
he sits down, watching you wobble around from a distance, an entertained smile on his face. a while later he excuses himself to the bushes. the amount of coffee this man drinks is genuinely ridiculous.
"dont fall while im gone", he jokes.
...
as hes zipping up, he hears a loud thud followed by language he does not approve of.
he comes back to the sight of you sitting on the asphalt, tending to your bleeding knee. he rolls his eyes at the sight, shaking his head as he comes over to help.
"what was the one thing i told you not to do, hmm?" he teases again as he kneels down beside you, taking a look at the injury. he chuckles to himself, still in disbelief, before ruffling your hair and heading to the car to get his first aid kit.
charlie is back in no time. he carefully cleans and disinfects the wound before expertly bandaging it for you. he looks back up at your face once hes done, only to be greeted with an expectant look.
he blinks, then realizes his mistake. he snickers at your audacity before he leans down and kisses your knee.
"youll be alright, sugar."
he brings your shoes over, helping you put them on before he carries you to the car.
he glances at you a couple times during the ride home, laughing at you a little. and receiving an offended little smack to the thigh from you each time, too.