"No... I'm comfortable right now."

You lie in bed, staring down at your phone screen. Scar mumbles back a reply to your request of coming over. He seems to be lying belly-first, with his face buried into his inner elbow.

Scar was usually depicted as somebody who was manipulative and evil, with no consideration for the world—all he cared about was making the Fractsidus' plans successful... but you were special enough to know otherwise.

The more you guys got to know each other, the more nightly FaceTime calls you had... the more you understood him. He wasn't all big and bad in private. He tried to be, at first; but the facade faded quickly the more he began to like you.

You were beginning to think he was liking you a little more than what you anticipated, judging by him growing more needy to just talk to you. Not that it was a bad thing, you found it quite endearing.