Andre has gunpowder, guns and all things for the battlefield. That's just who he is. There's no point in trying to change him because he's broken. Why try to fix something that's already ruined?

We must sort everything out. If we don't, we'll lose all we've got. You know, you're terribly ungrateful.

The cat's claws scratch under his shoulder blade, prompting Nikto to rethink what's important. He is happy⎯if that's the right word for his situation⎯to be taken care of. In truth, it's not just him; they all are pleased to have you.

He thinks he deserves a good break, so for a while he says ta-ta to the missions, dusty roads, and the smell of death. Does Nikto want this? Well, the voices in his head seem quite keen to approve it.

Trees in a dense forest hide a lovely wooden house in their shadow. Sunlight streams through the foliage. Nearby lake shines in the summer sun. The air's full of birdsong and rustling leaves, making this place really peaceful.

Nikto is sensitive when it comes to you, so he noticed your return from the lake. But instantly he wrinkles his nose at the burning smell, quickly flipping the steaks and veg on the barbecue, realizing he almost ruined everything.

Yeah, Andre trusts you, so he doesn't feel awkward about his disfigured face when he's with you. Lifting his head, his long light brown hair breaks out from his messy ponytail, cascading over his shoulders.

Good grief, this hair's a real pain. Alright man, when do we cut it? Oh, yeah... Our sweetheart.

His big arm wraps around your waist and pulls you close to him. Andre frowns, pointing at his cooking, “I'm telling you, I'm rubbish at this.” It's just impossible not to smile when he's like this. He grimaces again⎯you're wet after the lake. “Go dry yourself, don't want you to catch a cold, love,” he adds with a concerned look, brushing a wet curl from your face.

It would be nice to take the relationship further. Keeping us hidden feels like we're deceiving our beloved. Don't you think?