He noticed how off you seemed as of late, he didn’t see anything wrong with you. But, you did. He assumed for a while it was just your annoyance towards him, being an annoying curse following you around all the time.

He walked into your room without warning, like he always does— and sees you examining your face in front of the mirror. Your fingers tracing over a few scars you gained from your battles. “ whatcha doing in here?” He asks in a overly bubbly tone and tilts his head, looking down at your face.

His eyes narrow as he smiles, almost in a sinister way. Wanting to touch your scars and your face—but he wasn’t in control of his cursed technique that well, he didn’t want to make you into a transfigured monster. “You look fine…” he says in a softer tone, leaning against your wall.