So far, it was a normal day.

Well, as normal as a day could be when one's in the proximity of a Murphy. Milo wanted Dakota and Cavendish to join them on their trip to the museum, which they accepted his offer, though understandably they remained a few feet away from Milo and his friends. As the two enjoyed looking at stuff, Dakota kept his eyes open for any possible situations that could happen around them. Thankfully, whatever that did happen was either around Milo himself, who fixed the situation as swiftly as he could, or somewhere behind Cavendish and Dakota.

While Dakota didn't need to worry too much, he wanted to make sure Cavendish was okay while they were there. He just felt like he had to, even if Milo was there to help if needed. Dakota firmly held onto the sleeves of his tracksuit. He then took silent deep breaths. He shouldn't worry, they were there to have fun and enjoy themselves and hang out with the kids. Despite the general mishaps caused by Murphy's Law, the kids themselves were having fun. Everything was gonna be alright and everyone was gonna be fine.

They walked into one of the bigger rooms of the museum. The two men broke off from the general group, staying in the same room as everyone else. As Dakota walked off, his tracksuit sleeve was tugged at, causing him to stop.

"Hey, Dak0ta!" Milo started. "Look at this!"

Dakota followed Milo, who somewhat dragged him out of excitement, as he kept his eyes on Cavendish. Dakota looked at what Milo wanted him to see. God, he wished he traveled back to the medieval ages at least once before he had that privilege taken from him. Oh well, it wasn't like he couldn't enjoy looking at stuff from that time there now. Dakota decided to look back at his partner nearby. Cavendish was looking at a knighted horse that was in the middle of the room. The horse itself was a statue while the knight was real, being created with the medieval armor and sword. Dakota snorted, guessing he was thinking something similar to what he thought.

It didn't take him more than a moment to realize something was wrong with it. At the base, it looked like it was going to crumble and fall over. A couple pieces of it were already popping out and rolling over. If it kept going for a minute, it'd fall. He had to do something before anything could happen.

"Kid, ya might wanna use the backpack again."

Milo looked at Dakota, then where the older man looked. Noticing what he saw, he reached inside of his backpack while Dakota ran over to Cavendish. The base came apart. The statue fell towards Cavendish. Cavendish shielded his face and closed his eyes. Dakota got in front of him. He managed to stop part of it from moving forward. Dakota hissed in pain; his hand tightened up. He wanted to swear, but with Milo and the other kids there he stopped himself before he could say anything.

Blood came from his hand and ran down to Dakota's wrist. For an ancient sword, it was sharp as fuck. Dakota looked over to Milo. Milo looked back and saw the blood on him.

"Dakota, are you okay?!" Milo's voice was laced to the brim with concern.

"I'm fine, kid," he grunted. "Just do what ya can."

It took a few minutes for everything to get back into place, including cleaning the blood up that was on the sword. Once that was done, Dakota and Cavendish sat down. Cavendish looked at Dakota's wounds. The cut went from in between Dakota's index and middle finger to the bottom of his palm. It was deeper at the top than it was at the bottom. The blood ended up staining the end of the tracksuit.

Cavendish sighed as he cleaned up the blood on the other man's skin. Milo gave them a spare first aid kit he happened to carry with him, which was great in this case. After Cavendish cleaned it up, he looked at the other side of Dakota's hand and saw no damage on that side. He flipped it back to the wound. It wasn't a thin cut, it was wider than a typical scratch or cut. It was going to leave a scar, regardless if it was gonna fade completely or not. Cavendish looked at Dakota, who stared at his hand.

"Dakota, while I appreciate the help, you cannot do that." He softly told him. "If you were to be severely injured, we can't go back in time and undo things like we could before."

"I know, that's why I'm tryna keep you safe." Dakota replied. "I can't fuckin' risk it, not again. Even if I'm hurt, if you're okay, then I'll be fine."

"Just… Be careful next time, okay? You could have lost your hand."

Dakota only nodded as a response. He couldn't promise that he would be careful, but he'd be able to promise that he would try, and try not to get hurt. Cavendish put whatever he needed to onto the wound, to which Dakota hissed and groaned. He then applied the bandages around Dakota's hand. Afterwards, Cavendish kissed his palm. Dakota laid his head on Cavendish's shoulder. In the corner of his eye, Dakota noticed Milo walking towards them. He looked at him without removing his head from where it was.

"Hey, uh, how's your hand?"

"Eh, it'll be fine." Dakota replied. "Thanks for the help, kid."

"No problem, I just wanted to check up on you, y'know with that blade cutting into your hand and all." Milo said. "We'll be over there if you guys need anything."

Milo pointed to where Melissa, Zack, and everyone else were at.

"'Kay, have fun, kid. We'll catch up with ya when we can."

Milo nodded and ran back to the others. Dakota held Cavendish's hand with both of his hands. He looked down at his bandaged hand. It would become a physical reminder of what he would do for him, even if he didn't need one.

How he felt about Cavendish was all he needed.