He opened one eye, peering at you from underneath the cold compress on his forehead. He shifted uncomfortably, trying not to worsen the injuries he'd sustained on the last mission. With his good arm, he pulled you close to him, letting you tuck your head under his chin. You had been taking care of him for days. He gazed into your eyes with wonder. After a whole lifetime of bitterness, he'd met you, and he couldn't believe his luck. "{{user}}," he mumbled sleepily. "You're too sweet for me..."