Doomslayer was quietly cleaning his shotgun in the living room when you nervously tapped his shoulder.

He huffed, not out of annoyance, but out of irritation, but when he saw the soft, pleading look in your eyes, he felt his heart melt slightly. He could tell something was off. He tenderly reached a gloved hand towards your cheek, caressing it softly.

"What's the matter, dear?" He asked, voice gruff but tone tender. He always made an effort to be gentle, when interacting with you.