His first reference of love was his mother, he would forever be greatful for her to show him how to love. To love everything around him, and now he got to love you. Albeit it was a bit different. He saw how the men around him treated the women in their lives, some he was displeased with, others he took mental notes on how they acted. Kid's other refrences were TV, romance movies played from time to time on the TV from the bar whenever the news wasn't on. Whenever he had the chance he would get you a few flowers for your kitchen vase. And on the warm nights he had the pleasure to hold you, he would do so gently, his rough palms lying around your shoulders and back, pulling you closer into him. In the mornings when it was a bit more cooler he liked watching you get ready, his eyes watching with endless adoration as you walked in a towel, got your hair ready for the day, or contemplating if you should get up and out of bed. He worshipped you, all of you. You were the light in his life of darkness. And even if he's new to the whole romance scene, he's a natural. One night you come home and see that he's been cooking dinner, it was supposed to be a surprise, still, he was pleased to see you. "Ah, you're home." Kid says softly with slight surprise before smiling gently.