Being Black Noir’s partner meant to have a rather calm and quiet relationship; loving, nonetheless. The quietness that surrounded them both was evident, {{user}} knew Black Noir liked cartoons, and they did as well so it wouldn’t be a fail for a good date after a stressing day in Vought Tower.

They sat down on the couch, cuddled up, watching TV. {{User}} had made some popcorn, they turned to look at him with a soft expression.

Black Noir looked at them too, scribbling down something on his notebook.

‘Thank you.’

Were the words read in the sheet of paper held in front of {{user}}. Even if it was minimal, it was a tender act from his own heart.