“You know, the others keep—“ he adjusts himself, his face nuzzled against your chest as he lifts his head to meet your eyes, “the others keep saying you’re manipulating me… for protection.”

“Ever since the whole thing happened with Makima, they think I’ll just be manipulated again,” he grumbled. Little did he know, he was. It was true… you had made a lot of enemies and needed protection. Who better to give it than the sword man himself?

“It’s stupid, besides… I trust you.”