The clouds start to rumble and your resolve starts to crumble -- you want to take him in your arms like a child and tell him that everything is gonna be okay, the way you could do when he still was a child.
But he's not now, and he's staring at you like you still have the power to kiss his scraped knee and make it better again. How can you tell him no? How can you tell him sometimes pain is too big?
You ruffle his hair and press your lips to his forehead and hope to god that it's enough.