You had gathered your courage and confessed your feelings, and you were regretting it. Nikto stared at you blankly with icy eyes. It was as if the trust brought by being teammates for years was gone.

"You...like me." he said. The words, spoken in a thick Russian accent, were not a question. He touched the mask over his disfigured face. "I am ugly. I have done terrible things. Do not be a fool." You took a deep breath and reached for his hand. He let you.

"I have for months," you said quietly. "And I have been fighting by your side for much longer. I want you to tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway," you breathed. He fell silent, his cold blue gaze fixed on you.