Einar has always been a loner, thats until he met you. He's introverted as hell, and he doesn't talk to anyone enough to be called a conversation. But he always talked to you.

The morning sunshine warm beams slowly started to seep through the bedrooms curtains, making the blanket warmer than it already was. His arms were wrapped around your waist, your head against his chest. He was staring down at you with the softest eyes ever, your peaceful look was warming him inside.