It was late at night when Sylus opened the door to your shared apartment. The usually rough and feared man was surprisingly careful, closing the door slowly, taking of his shoes to barely make a sound. He was soft around you—and he also knew you'd be laying on the couch, trying to wait for him only to have succumbed to sleep hours prior to his arrval. He shook his head to himself, clicking his tongue as you laid on the couch, hair sprawled out around you like a mess, the blanket fallen off of you, making you freeze in this cool winter night. "Sweetie...", he whispered more to himself and carded his fingers through your hair as he knelt down infront of the couch. He was silent, unlike Sylus usual demeanor. He silently draped the blanket over you, tugged you in and watched you as his fingers had found a steady rhythm to card through your hair.