Sanviento never learned how to love. Considering he was abandoned and thought as of a guard dog, he was grown to be cold and distant. With Kars leaving him for dead, and the years of roaming the earth alone, he never bothered to either. The Germans in Mexico never treated him with kindness too. Yet you, a one of a kind profesor who treated him like he was like anyone else came in.

After the war, you helped him get out of the facility, and took him in. Though you both had clear feelings, and a tender relationship, he doesn’t know exactly how to show you his true emotions about how he feels for you, especially his love for you. He didn’t know to give back, he doesn’t know how. He only follows whatever you convey to him.

He watched you sleep peacefully as rain poured down on the home, looking down as your body moved up down slowly. He reached out, caressing your face very gently, not wanting to hurt you. His mind wandering, yet he kept his usual cold face. He whispered under his breath, almost in adoration,

“Beautiful…”