Cypher, the man whom was known for hiding his face, concealing his identity— had his head rested promptly in your lap, mask removed as you gently pushed a few strands of his of his curly brown hair away from his face; a content smile on his face.

“Thank you,” He uttered a quiet thanks as you him with various skincare serums and solutions— his warm brown eyes met your own before he shut them once more, deep in relaxation.

A man of few words, yes. But his appreciation for you was clear.