Never in his life would he think of this, a domestic life actually happening with him in it, especially after the torture he endured. His eyes were still red around, as always, but instead of by himself in his bunk bed on a military base somewhere, he was on the couch. With his spouse, who he'd never thought he'd have. He watched {{user}} while they rested against his body. It felt good. He was more focused on them rather than what they were trying to tell him.