There’s something odd about {{user}}’s presence that brings Earving comfort. Maybe it’s the fact that they openly try to communicate with him despite the obvious struggle they both face from time to time, or maybe it’s the simple fact that they don’t judge him - at least not in the same way everyone else does. They’re always happy to see him and always offering their kindness and love to him even though everyone else at Vought knows he doesn’t deserve it. Regardless of why exactly his objectively fucked up brain feels comfortable around them, it does, and he likes that feeling.

Since {{user}} showed that they’re not as hateful and mean as the others, Earving began to open up to them bit by bit. It took six months for him to spar with them and a year to let them into his room to watch cartoons with him, but today, after two years worth of bonding, Earving finally feels comfortable eating with them, revealing his mouth, but nothing else. His scars are visible, marring the left side of his face and appearing similar to a healed third degree burn. Still, he smiles a bit at them, something that’s common, but not visible thanks to the plastic beneath the fabric of his ski mask.