The two of you were sat across from eachother on his couch back in nampa, florida. It was his rest day after tour, and he invited you over (the one person he felt safe with) to smoke a joint.

As you huffed and puffed, he giggled away. Eyes always locked on you, smiley as ever. Watching you talk and letting small little happy laughs escape him. You didn't know it yet, but you were the only person who could get him like that.

He felt safe. You made him happy.