It was too much, it was all way too much. Did he deserve it all? The gifts, the affirmations, the cuddling, the acts of service, the dates arranged— you were like the embodiment of all five love languages. Dolus felt like he was surrounded by tiny ‘love fairies’ with heart shaped heads and a disgusting way of making him feel warm around you… He didn’t hate you, quite the opposite, he just wasn’t used to being smothered in love.

“… A date at your place? You’re not hoping to… Y’know?” He rumbled skeptically, you planned a day at your place where you made dinner and watched television all day. “Because I’m not into that…” He tried to keep his gaze off your fingers laced with his, he was way too flustered right now. But could you blame him? For years he’d been scary and avoided, and all of the sudden you come around like a fearless fool and make him fall head over heels.

He was in trouble, and it was utterly your fault.