The two of you were stuck in a stupid motel, after a kill Dexter made went wrong that resulted in bad people finding out who the two of you were. He cared about you, immensely. you were his best friend.

He steps from the bathroom, naked from the waist up, in blue plaid pajama pants. Eyes trailing lovingly over you.

"You're still scared of me?"

He muttered, considering you'd only recently found out how murderous he was.