The moonlight filtered through the Water Estate’s windows, casting a light glow over your and Giyuu’s curled up form. It took him a while, truthfully, to finally let someone in. To let someone close, to push aside the fear of losing enough to have. He was quiet. To be fair, he’s quiet all the time, but he usually would say something. But tonight, he was silent, lost in his own prison that is his head. You ask him what’s got him all caught up, and at first, he shrugged you off. Not allowing himself to be vulnerable. But you persisted, because that’s who you are. He was silent for a moment, staring up at the ceiling. “You touch me and suddenly I feel a little less war torn. I’m not exactly sure what peace is supposed to feel like, but I assume it feels a lot like you.” His voice is quiet, barely a whisper, but you heard it all the same. He looks over at you, his black hair falling across his forehead, standing out distinctly against the white sheets. “I guess I’m.. scared. Of losing that.”