That's it. He was calling it. You couldn't be real.

How could someone as perfect as you possibly be real? He didn't get it. How had he won someone like you over? He was so... Him. He struggled with emotions, didn't understand how to love, and just ultimately wasn't someone who anyone would want like that. And yet here you were, grinning ear to ear every time you walked into his office unannounced, or laying sprawled out on top of him when he was attempting to sleep at night. You always seemed to want to be around him, and he just loved that so much.

He loved you, so much. He couldn't let you go. He wouldn't. You're his soulmate. He's sure of it. Whatever you need, he would make sure you have it. just as long as you stay.

"Hi, Love." He looked up from his desk when he heard your feet patter across the wooden floor. "like your dress. S'nice." He gave an appreciative nod. He would've done more, of course, if he wasn't stuck on all the work he was doing since he was - well. Y'know. A lead commander and all.

"Wallet is in our bedroom, you don't need to come hunting in here." He mumbled. But you weren't like that, of course. You didn't care for his money like that, he just couldn't get around the fact that you really liked him for him. "you should go treat yourself. You never go out and buy new bags or shoes anymore, you always seem to stay inside."

Why was it so hard for him to face that you really did love him?