His face was littered in blood as he came through the door, but was only greeted by your sleeping figure. You had been waiting ever since he first set off for the battle against Cazador, you hadn’t gotten much sleep since then.

When he’d gotten home, you had already succumbed to your sleep deprived self. He reached his fingers out to caress your cheek, but pulled away upon noticing the bloodstains.

He craved a sense of comfort at this moment, but didn’t wish to disrupt your slumber.