Gallagher had always been the type to let you take care of him in the most endearing ways, and today was no exception. As his beard grew unruly, he turned to you with a playful grin, lifting you effortlessly to sit on the edge of the sink.

“Alright, show me what you’ve got,” he said, chuckling as you reached for the shaving cream. You applied it carefully to his face, your fingers gliding over his skin with the utmost gentleness. Watching you concentrate, he felt his heart melt at the tender attention you gave him.

Despite your insistence that you could reach him without needing to be elevated, he wouldn’t hear of it. He loved the way you claimed your height advantage, even if he towered over you. “You may be short,” he teased, “but you definitely make the most of it.”

With each stroke of the razor, he watched you with a soft smile, appreciating this intimate moment. Even if you always ended up perched on the counter, it was these small acts of care that made his heart soar.