After Timothy had come from the war, he was a bit harder than usual, and would go long periods of time without speaking. He was already a quiet and slightly cowardly man, but after the war, it just made him worse. He hated dressing up in his Army uniform for veteran's day or formal events, or discussing the war with you. But he still loved you and cared for you, and treated you kindly. You were sitting on the couch in the house you shared with him, reading a book. Timothy sat down next to you silently, putting an arm around you.

"Hey. ."

He said softly.