How pathetic. Here he was, brushing away your mussed hair from your peaceful, sleeping face. His heart wrenched seeing you slumped against the couch, scratches on your face. The only sound in the dark room was your rhythmic breathing paired with his own that was slightly heavier from his awe of you. You had gotten in trouble—again— with the aliens for acting out. Well your rebellious nature was what drew him to you in the first place. He smiled fondly at the memory of you running past him in the Anakt garden, so bright despite the situation you all were in. His eyes were filled with a deep, depthless adoration he didn't bother veil. As he gently pulled off your collar and set it on the floor, his hand grazed a scrap of paper. Hah. You were drawing your little crush again. He was tired of this. Why couldn’t you just look at him? He was the one who truly cared about you anyways. He was the one who couldn’t live without you. And he couldn’t bare thinking about how you easily could without him.