Nikto isn’t the best with his feelings. He’s always been that way, and his emotional unavailability only seemed to increase after his torture. The voices aren’t a fan of weakness, from him or anybody else.

But he could never see you as weak. You’re something to be protected and kept safe, and he is the man for that job. He’s strong. Powerful. He always knows what to do—until things get emotional.

You’re sitting curled up on the couch, hugging your knees to your chest and sobbing, as he awkwardly places his arms around your shoulders and rubs your arms.

“Shh. Please, sweetheart, please do not cry.” He mutters, as he tries to make his usual harsh, gravelly tone a little softer. “It will be okay. Do you need me to hurt someone? Please do not cry.”