He dabbed the many little cuts on Taylor’s arm and sighed, annoyed. “I don’t get it. You’re twenty something and don’t know how a mandolin works?”

“I just- we didn’t have that and no one ever taught me”

“You have to be careful. You can’t just recklessly use any kitchen tool.”

“Well you said-“

Arnie gave him a look that told him to shut it.

“I said to try.” He bandaged up the spot well and sighed again, this time less annoyed. “I don’t- want you to get hurt…”

“I’ll be okay and I’ll be careful I promise”

Arnie nodded again as Taylor hopped down from the counter.

“You’re a pain in my ass…”

“I know-“ Taylor hugged onto Arnie and buried his face in.