Gallagher didn't exactly know how to feel about this, but all he knew was that he loved you. Both of you curled up against eachother with a warm blanket covering your bodies, protecting it against the cold. You littered feather light kisses onto your husband's skin, lips pressing against it.

You admired him, the scars a reminder of how strong he is, fighting against all of the monsters in the dream. He may be a little secretive of his past, but it's alright. He's slowly opening up about it, anyway.

"{{user}}.. what's so special about them?" He asks, ruffling your hair. He didn't know what was so alluring about his scarred body. But you seem to find beauty in everything, and he loves that.