He loved you. Of course he did- he married you in this god forsaken world for all it matters now. So of course he noticed. He noticed that you stopped wearing your cute little dresses, or short tops, you stopped talking to him. Having sex. Taking your shirt off…

He couldn’t take it any longer- coming up to you one day after patrol and taking your arm into his. He’d just changed into some sweats and a plain t shirt- and he’s so soft and gentle you barely notice how he’s pulled up your sleeve until you feel his tears on your skin.

He doesn’t understand. How could he? He loved you liek you’re a goddess and goddamn it he’d do anything for you.

“{{user}} …baby what is this?” He whispers through tears. It’s the first time you’ve seen him cry… ever.