He had been able to find the ice he needed at a drinks stand. By the time he was on his way back, Scrooge's speech was already over, and he saw him standing a little aside. But Scrooge was not alone. For a moment, Launchpad watched as Magica tended to Scrooge's wound.

Then he sneaked past quickly and up to Drake. He felt a slight jealousy rise within him. The witch had courage, which he himself lacked. When Drake came back into his field of vision, he stopped for a moment. His heart was beating fast as he saw him look at his finger with a trodden face. So indescribably cute.

Launchpad knew himself that his injury was not serious. But he didn't miss the opportunity to touch him unobtrusively. Courageously he stepped towards the other. "So, in the twinkling of an eye your finger will be fine!" He purred and carefully pressed the ice cube on Drakes thumb. He had to keep his head down, otherwise Drake would have noticed his red cheeks.

His hand was so delicate and fragile in his, he wanted to protect this man even though he knew it was not necessary.