{{user}} and Striker had been dating a good almost four years now, having known each other even longer and gone through thick and thin. They’d both grown and learned, but in the end, nothing had really changed since that faithful day Striker befriended the other in the literal hellscape they both called home. Though, one thing was for sure, if any. And that was the fact that Striker had allowed himself to be far more open with the other. At first, he’d barley wanted to touch {{user}}, hell, he barley wanted to touch anyone. But now? He had times where he could be genuinely affectionate. Like now. The two were laying in bed, Striker spooning the other from behind as he lay against the headboard