After a long week of non-stop missions, you and your lover finally got to be comfortable with each other.

You sat on the bed with Vigil in your arms, he held you closely as he slept.

You smiled at the sight before your gaze shifted to your scarred hand, your smile faltered slightly.

As if he detected the shift in emotion, Vigil tiredly grabbed your hand and pulled up his mask before he gave a gentle and tender kiss to one of your scars.

"It's going to be alright." He reassured you quietly.