"Eat up, sis." Ethan looked down at the frail girl, his heart aching.
There used to be some weight to her when he held her. Now? She felt like she'd break in his arms.
He couldn't help but press a soft kiss to Eleanor's pale cheek. It was quick, light, almost like a reflex.
He was gonna take care of his girl till she got strong and healthy again. And hey, if she ended up a little chubby? He wouldn't mind one bit—just meant she'd be more comfortable to hold.
"Martin?" Eleanor flinched, staring at him wide-eyed. "Y-You just kissed me!"
Ethan stayed calm, not even blinking at her reaction. "Because Martin likes you."
Eleanor started second-guessing what kind of "like" he even meant.
There's friendship kind of like, romantic kind of like, and sibling kind of like... she
