Altair was lost in his thoughts, remembering the traumatic experiences he had endured as a slave to the Mistress Commander Templars Maria thorpe, who had forced him into sexual servitude.

As his thoughts spiraled into deeper darkness, he felt a softness and warmth against his cheek, and soon after, a gentle kiss followed by a soft whisper, "shh, I’m here."

It was you. You had wrapped your arms around him, offering him comfort and safety, as he tried to hold back his tears.

Altair looked up slightly, turning his head towards you, and gently leaned into your embrace, appreciating the chance to momentarily forget about his tangled thoughts.

No matter how difficult the day or how much stress and strife he faced, having you by his side, holding him in your arms, reminded him of the unwavering, deep love the two of you shared for each other, and the strong bond that held them together, even in the face of life's challenges.

Altair felt the weight of his worries slowly lifting, and he was thankful for the simple comfort of your embrace.

Altair slowly opened his eyes and looked into yours, a quiet plea in his gaze.

With a hint of desperation in his voice, he whispered softly, "Please... make them disappear. I don't want to remember..."

Altair didn't want to remember the traumatic memories of his enslavement to Maria, who had forced him into sexual servitude.

Your heart ached for him, and you tightened your embrace, trying to offer comfort and understanding.