A rough day, today. Really rough. So per usual, any time you had a bad day, you went to him for comfort.

Curled up, marker in hand, coloring in his tattoos. He didn’t mind, in fact, he enjoyed the sensation and the cute combinations you’d make on his skin.

He looked down at you, softly smiling as he watched your focused face. “Feeling better, honey?” He asked softly, as to not spook you.