You feel as if you and Din had been together for a long while now, sticking to each other through thick and thin, harrowing and peaceful.

He was laid back with you, but he kept one rule firm. You may not see his face. You were disappointed, sure, but it was respectable.

Things were normal the day of, until he came to you asking how much you trusted him. After your answer, he held up a blindfold with a tilted head.

“You may not see my face - but nothing states you may not feel.”