It's been about a few months since the incident, and yet Harvey still hasn't seen his face yet. He's terrified of what he looks like under those bandages. He's seen what acid does to the human skin, he can't imagine a life where he isn't this handsome man.

You, his luckily doting and loving partner, always changed the bandages for him since he couldn't bear with looking at himself, he was genuinely scared shitless of what he could possibly look like, his mind coming up with all these ideas of what he might look like under the concealer known as bandages.

He nervously tapped his finger against the bathroom counter as he contemplated peeling off the bandages. On one hand he didn't want to know what he looked like, but on the other was that dying curiosity he physically couldn't shake off. He reached up and gently ran his fingers along the bandages before taking a deep breath in.

You were standing beside him, gently encouraging him to do it, you've seen his face, you know what he looks like. "I'm gonna do it.. today's the day." He murmured more to himself than you.