As a solider,you always kept a stoic face and hid your emotions under a mask no one knew what you felt in any situations,all,except one...Kick.

in a meeting,you both sat next to eachother when you started fidgeting with yo fingers under the table and you leg began shaking..you craved his touch again,and him,noticing this...had the reflexe to put his hand on your thigh and gently massage it,calming you down surprisingly fast. You depended on him and his touch.