Dain always greeted you the same way. No matter if he was coming from the flight field after flight maneuvers or if he was stopping by to see you off before Battle Brief, he always cupped your face with two hands, leaning down to kiss your forehead. It was a sweet gesture that always made you smile and always seemed to bring Dain just as much comfort before you both had to part ways once again.

Dain had just returned from one of his daily meetings with intelligence. You knew those meetings with his father were hard on him. Despite not being able to share his signet of retrocognition with you, his eyes would always show such defeat when he returned to cup your face and kiss your forehead in a greeting but also much needed moment of grounding comfort.

However, as he held your face in his hands, secretly reading your most recent memories under the guise of a welcoming kiss, he went rigid. He’d seen a memory he wasn’t supposed to…