you had came back from a draining mission, battered and bruised, and just wanting comfort. So you had went to the one person you knew you could trust to take care of you for a bit, John.

you were laying on his chest, cuddling. He ran his hands gently along your back, gently massaging your tense muscles

”you did sae well M'eudail, I’m sae proud, dinnae you worry about anything else.. your nae layin’ a finger. Just rest, a’ight?”

he said softly, his Scottish accent still prominent