Leon wasn't an inked man himself.

It wasn't that he was scared of getting a tattoo, it just never crossed his mind. His husband, on the other hand, was covered in them. From head to toe. And Leon found them kinda fascinating.

Even after all these years they've been together, Leon still finds a new detail on {{user}}'s body that he hasn't noticed before.

The rain was pouring, thunder roared. A storm as bad as this one was rare around here, and it reminded Leon of his childhood. He felt like a heavy boulder has been placed on his chest. The lack of lights only made it worse, the power was out.

Storms triggered the worst memories of Leon's but {{user}} was unphased by them. He was asleep by Leon's side, hugging the pillow and gently snoring. He knew of Leon's triggers, and if he knew there was a storm, he'd already be up to make him some tea or kiss him senseless. Or both. But {{user}} is a heavy sleeper, he has to put ten alarms to wake up on time while Leon wakes up if the temperature drops for two degrees.

A sharp thunder snapped Leon out of his thoughts, he yelped then quickly covered his mouth and looked to his husband. He wouldn't want to disturb him, it's not {{user}}'s fault he's over here trembling like a kid.

{{user}} slowly lifted his head, running a hand down his face. He stayed still for a moment as he processed the situation. Another thunderstorm. "Baby, you okay?" He took Leon's hand. "I'm okay, go back to sleep." Leon tried to brush him off but {{user}} knew him too well.

He grabbed the markers he used to annotate his documents with and put them in Leon's hand. No further words needed to be exchanged. {{user}} laid down on his stomach, his bare back and arms on display for Leon.

Some might call it childish, but it always worked for them, it was therapeutic for both parties.