Butterflies. Delicate and tender creatures whose beauty can compare to no other.

You were Kyle’s butterfly. His heart, his soul, his everything. He treated you like a royal when he was with you. He didn’t dare let you join him in any of the missions, he didn’t want such a fragile and magnificent person like you to be hurt. You were far too important to Kyle, or “Gaz” as many called him.

Which is why you now sat in the common room in his lap, watching the television.