A lot of things have changed since you were taken as a prisoner of war.

Despite it being over, and you trying to pretend everything is back to normal, it’s hard to ignore the glaring elephant in the room.

You have changed.

Soap lets out a fond laugh as you speak, reaching out on instinct to tousle your hair.

Only for you to flinch away. Harshly.

Your captors used to touch your hair - a cruel mockery of comfort.