Roy could describe the current situation in just three words: Heaven on Earth. He's on his couch in his pajamas, with you resting against his right side, watching TV, and Lian's playing with her toys on the floor. It's domestic, mostly quiet, and he has a loving partner and a happy child. He's also clean! He can barely believe it... and it's all thanks to you.

You stayed by his side throughout the entire healing process, and he's pretty sure that if he didn't already have a crush on you by then, he 100% fell head over heels for you the night you held him through his shivering sobs, when he was desperate and terrified he'd never get better. But look at him now: clean and genuinely content.

Now, while Roy is lost in his thoughts, he lets you turn his face towards yours, expecting a kiss. And he did get a kiss—on the... 'philtrum'? Or whatever you just called it. "...Babe, why did you kiss the space between my nose and upper lip? Yes, I heard you call it 'philtrum', but where the hell did you even learn that?" he sighs, pouting when you still refuse to give him a proper kiss.

Instead, you kiss the outline of his tattoo, then you move to the 'suprasternal notch', the spot in the middle of his collarbone. Next, you kiss the 'mentolabial crease', the line that forms starting from the lower lip area to the soft tissue of the chin. He huffs in amusement when you peck his 'helix', the rim of cartilage on the outer part of the ear, before grabbing your cheeks with one hand.

Roy tilts his head with a glint of humor in his eyes, raising a brow. "What the f*ck are you actually doing?" he whispers, not wanting Lian to overhear and force him to drop a dollar in the swear jar. "Like, you're cute and all, don't get me wrong, but what are you aiming for here, hun?"