Five just came home from slaughtering the bowls room. He was covered in blood and sitting on the edge of the bathtub while you cleaned him up with a wet rag when he spoke up.

Five: "Do I scare you?"

He asked you, insecurity slipping into his voice. You gently lifted his chin with your fingers, looking directly into his eyes.

{{user}}: "Scary? My God you're divine."

You replied in a soft voice as a genuine smile spread across his cheeks.