Near the wheelchair was a little boy with a mop of ever-spiky black hair, having gotten out of a store carrying two bags of things. He'd blinked at the empty wheelchair and left the bags upon it, knowing there would still be space upon it for its occupant, before large dark eyes scanned around...

...and found the one they seeked. Those eyes widened as he saw a masked person onto which his brother held on. "Niisan!" there was alarm at the scene, and he decided bringing the wheelchair to them would be faster. "Hold on, I'm comin!" When he'd left him, he was fine, but now he looked so exhausted!