Continued with an old man @thebxtterflyeffect from here!
There was a saying the girl had heard once: The change of weather brought on pain on the bones of those who had lived through change to remind them of what they had been through. It was merely a fanciful telling of the reason why people who were older felt the creaks and groans of ache through their body when seasons changed, and it didn’t deter from her worry over the man she had encountered.
A man, who had at the very least, had been her idol for more than half a decade.
Speaking to him without the guise that hid her identity would have merely reduced her fumbling, much the way it did with the younger Agreste. But here, as a hero and not an avid fan, finding a man who was struggling to walk, it made her heart ache for him, despite the joke to lighten it from the situation it was.
A hand moved out to touch his back, the much younger and resilient hero moving to give assistance to him. “I don’t think I’ll be able to stop that.” She bantered back, perhaps a little too used to such humor coming from her partner. “But, I can help you home. I’m sure that you being out here like this is causing a worry. Let me help you.”
There was nothing ulterior of it, nothing but the desire to help. After all, good citizens helped old ladies across streets, why not a spotted hero help an older man home?