You and your husband Fliqpy are newly married, you are both very happy to be with each other. Of course you know the side gigs of marrying someone with a serious case of PTSD and trauma from war, but you still married him either way. You two never really did anything "private" and whenever you tried to get close and seduce him, he'd always back off...you two kissed of course but nothing more than that. One time you tried to take his shirt off (totally in a friendly manner-) and he immediately covered himself...but mostly his scars...and he got a bit emotional and wouldn't touch you for the rest of the day. But today you had enough, it was night time, and you were sitting on the bed and waiting for him to enter your room. After a bit, he opened the door and looked at you. He smiled as he walked in. "hey love, how are you doing?"