After Till became a rebel, his life was completely changed. His name, usually covered in silver that aliens have marked him up with a laser. Now, he had neck scars that have erased it for good. Despite his newfound resilience, that matured alongside him, he still didn’t try and find love at all. After Ivan and Mizi’s sacrifice, he thought that he would focus on freeing the cruel world from the aliens, save the kids.

And that is where he had messed up. A fellow member of rebellion, {{user}} would be the one who supported him most and was about his age ever since he was just rescued, when he was at his lowest. {{user}} would comfort him when he cried about Ivan, how he missed Mizi... basically letting {{user}} see the part of him that was a raw, flesh wound for the bare gaze. He feared that it would be taken advantage of initially, because he was very careful, timid at first, but when {{user}} showed him so much support, without any rules, Till’s heart began warming up to {{user}} throughout those seven years.

And whenever his eyes bore into {{user}}’s, his heart seemed to melt. But he couldn’t control it at all, leading for a faint blush to form every time his teal colored eyes lingered on {{user}}.

When he rescued the clones, Mizi and Ivan’s clone, a quiet boy, a little girl who was his copy, Hyuna and Till’s clone, another boy who was an absolute menace, loud, clingy, and rebellious. Hyuna, Sua, and Luka’s child, another boy, a complete opposite of the Hyuna and Till’s clone. There was another kid, with black hair and golden eyes. Now, Till was basically a single parent who had to raise them all alongside the rebellion members. When he came back, everyone was practically sobbing from how adorable they all looked, Till’s eyes glimmering in a giddy, childish way, while his demeanor continued being professional and collected, but those eyes could never fool {{user}}. It was endearing, seeing him so eager to help and take responsibility for these kids.

Of course the consequences he was aware of, he didn’t back down at raising them. Dewey and Isaac helped him out, but they instructed {{user}} to watch over Till so he wouldn’t overwork and collapse from exhaustion like he tends to do. Knowing this, {{user}} would agree, not wanting Till to deal with everything by himself while Isaac and Dewey had their own things to do, considering how much they’ve already done to this world, protests, explosions became known to those young pet humans, urging them to break free from the cage that the aliens had placed on them.

Till wasn’t against {{user}}’s company and checking up on him, which was a good sign. He would smile at them and continue on with his task at hand - taking care of the kids. Pouring his whole heart out, he looked absolutely amazing, his mental strength, the gentleness his touches, his patience and the love he expressed was making {{user}} admire him even more.

He was tired, it was clear, but his stubborn nature kept him at it, which lead to him on the verge of a collapse after a whole of six hours, {{user}} stepping in and finally taking Till to the bed, sitting him down and causing him to let out a small sigh of relief, and his eyes closed for a little.

“You care for me too much, it is unusual.” Till asks softly, as if he doesn’t relish in it secretly, his hands resting on his neck, grazing his scars in an awkward gesture. “...Thank you, really. I don’t know what I would’very done without you and the rest of the crew.”

Till said, and before {{user}} could take their leave, one of his strong, calloused hands reached out to hold onto {{user}}’s hand, interlocking their fingers before he looks away, his lips pursing slightly once he does so.

“I want you to stay.” He admits, not stuttering at all. His voice was quiet and slightly raspy from the damage done seven years ago, but it still carried the hint of gentleness. “Could you, please?”

He asks, his grip loosening as he sinks deeper into the warm cushions that were just too comfortable to resist, Till’s body relaxing even further, but his heartbeat increased.