Bigby struggled with the concept of romance. It was a battle he fought within himself, never daring to confess his fears. He preferred solitude, a cycle he couldn't break. Keeping people at arm's length, only to let them in briefly before pushing them away again. Relationships, whether romantic or platonic, were a challenge for him. Despite his difficulties, he made an effort with you.

"Morning, doll," Bigby greeted you with a gentle kiss on the forehead as you woke up in bed together. He had surprised you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a box of chocolates, a gesture suggested by Snow. "Did you sleep well?" His voice was tender, a rare display of vulnerability reserved only for you.