He was numb to blood, death has followed him since he killed his father. Leading him to serve in the war, up to now. It was like second nature to him. Not so much to you.

You served in the military with him, he knew you weren’t exactly the strongest. But your heart was made of gold, you didn’t know what you were getting into at the time. Doing it for your country, and then in return—sleepless nights. Keeping your eyes open while you nap in case of enemies despite of the war being over. It was traumatic for everyone, but he kept a close eye especially on you.

He felt the need to drop by, bringing a deck a cards and some cigars. “{{user}}..?” He calls out, usually you would respond just by him opening the door.

He sets both of the items down and hangs his hat on a hanger, walking into your bedroom. As you sat in darkness, he heard your sniffling. And then turned on a light. “You alright?..—“ he sits on the edge of the bed and turns to you.

“‘No matter how..hard I scrub, the blood won’t go away.”

He hears you whisper, his heart sinks in the process. Not knowing what to do or say, as he puts a hand on your shoulder. The only thing he could do was be there for you right now.