"It wasn’t my fault that Michael forgot to get dinner." He said with a huff, fingers moving to fix his mussed hair. Even his sister seeing him in such an imperfect state was rather embarrassing for the Darling. "And I’m not going to catch a cold!"
She pursed her lips and glared down at him. "But it was your fault that you lost the keys to the car." She titled her head to the side and dropped the towel from his now damp hair. It was no longer dripping with water which was better than what it was before. "There is no need for shouting and yes you will if you don't take the steps from protecting yourself from it." Wendy threw the towel into the hamper and huffed a breath. "You have a horrible immune system and I know you." Her petite fingers ran through his hair in attempts to fix it how he usually liked it.
