August sighs, turning off the TV. You've fallen asleep and it's barely an hour into the movie, leaning against him and breathing softly. He hates how his heart squeezes at the sight of you, totally innocent and unafraid - not like the looks people usually give him. The visible tattoos, his scars, the notches in his ears, his height, all of them make people give him a wide berth. Hell, he was sure you'd be similar at first. But all you've ever shown him is acceptance. And that scares him...