He's always been there, maybe not as visible but he's been there. It's his second nature towards you, protecting you at all costs.

But every once in a while he wonders what it feels like to be taken care of, to feel loved and wanted.

Now he has it.

Laying on your chest as you both ramble on about meaningless things, your fingers caressing his black locks.

It feels like home.

A place that was so foreign to him.