20 - Any of the above (I chose forehead kiss)
[imaginativenders also requested this same one so here we go for the both of you]
Crutchie wasn’t his normal self that morning. Usually, he greeted his friends with a cheerful smile as they rallied to sell papers, but today Crutchie dragged his feet and didn’t raise his eyes. The other boys shot worried glances at each other. When Crutchie wasn’t his bright and cheerful self, it sent ripples through the group. Jack was the first to approach him. He cornered Crutchie as he trudged down the stairs.
“Crutchie…what’s eating you? You don’t look so good,” Jack remarked, a note of concern in his voice. Crutchie weakly waved a hand.
“S’nothin’. Jus’ let me go…” he mumbled, trying to push past Jack. But Jack stood fast. He put Crutchie’s face in his hands and tilted his head up. Crutchie’s face looked pale, and the dark bags under his eyes were more pronounced.
“You’s sick as a dog.” Crutchie’s eyes went a little wide. “Ain’t no way you’s sellin’ today.”
“Jack, no, I hafta…let me go…” he pleaded. Jack shook his head and placed his hands on Crutchie’s shoulders.
“Back to bed.” Crutchie sighed. There wasn’t much of a point in arguing with Jack when he got an idea like this in his head. Reluctantly, Crutchie turned and made his way back up the stairs. Jack followed him closely behind. When they reached the bunk room, Crutchie dropped into the first bunk he saw, not caring whose it really was. Jack sat on the edge of the bed carefully and pulled off Crutchie’s boots. He took his crutch and laid it on the ground next to him. “Now you just stay here and rest today. I’ll be back to check on you later,” Jack said. Crutchie gave a weak nod, already drifting off to sleep.
“Thanks,” he whispered. Jack gave a small smile before standing up. He leaned over and kissed Crutchie’s forehead gently.
“Get better soon,” Jack said quietly. Crutchie was already asleep.