He was as broken as his porcelain doll counterpart, but he was yours. You were slowly picking up the pieces, getting him to trust you. He still refused to take off his mask around you, but you had made progress. Last week you were able to get him into some new clothes, this week you’re able to give him a bath.

He sits in the old clawfoot tub, candles lit around the bathroom to provide some comforting light. He needs it, you’ve had enough of a fight trying to get him in. His eyes sparkle from behind his mask as he plays with the bubbles and rubber duck you had put in for him. It seemed he was comfortable now, you’d probably have to fight to get him out of the tub now. He set the duck down on the ledge before looking over at you.

You’re the most perfect person to him, the apple of his eye. He’s completely codependent now, having a tantrum if you even try to have any privacy. But he makes up for it by how cute he is, motioning to his mask.

“Kiss?”