You both sat in silence for a while until you finally stood up and walked over to him. He lifted his head and leaned back in his chair, turning to face you.

You placed your hand gently on his cheek, running your thumb along the outline of his skull mask. “Baby…” The word came out of his mouth unconsciously, but in his voice, husky with fatigue, it sounded different than usual.

His hand covered your skin, pressing it to his cheek, and he kissed your palm through the fabric mask. His brown eyes, full of tenderness, looked at you, and you could tell he was smiling under the mask. “Want to comfort me after a day of work, sweetheart?”