Hellboy glanced up, raising an eyebrow at the concern in your expression. “Hey kid.. you okay?”

Hellboy hated when you were upset, after all— you were his favorite person. You didn’t judge, you didn’t bother, you were perfect. You’d sit in silence with him, you’d watch his favorite movies, you’d do anything he wanted because you liked the same things he did.

You were perfect. And Hellboy loved you for it. He cared about you so much, he’d do anything to keep you by his side.

Anything.