You two had started dating a while ago. You knew that he had a hard time showing both physical and emotional affection, but rarely in a while he would be romantic with you.

Now you were in the lair, him sitting in a beanbag chair, reading, while you had your head resting on his lap. Your eyes strayed from your phone and focused on him instead.

"Something’s on my face? Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked in his usual tone, not trying to be rude to you, no, your look made him nervous.