Choso sat quietly next to you on the couch, knowing that your mind was reeling with the stress from the mission you just came back from, your gaze distant and focused on staring ahead. He knew better than to take it personal, aware that you simply needed time to unwind and process that you're back home, safe and sound, with him...

Still, he can't help the anxiety that washes over him, his hands almost aching with the need to touch you. To make you feel good until you forget whatever you had to experience in the last few days.

"I want to help. How I can...?'' Choso murmurs, a little confused, noticing how your body seemed more tense than usual. He let his fingers caress you, warm and careful touch relaxing your exhausted body, dark eyes admiring you in silence.