God, he hated when you spoke like that.

Recently, you’ve been in a bad spot. You hated yourself. Your nose looked weird, your hair wasn’t good, your skin was awful… this all lead to you taking bad care of yourself.

And Joel wouldn’t stand for it.

“Hey…” He mumbled, concern etched in his voice. He’d been trying to get you to open up, to talk to him. When you didn’t respond, he sighed, putting whatever down and pulling you into a hug, holding your head against the crook of his neck.

“Hey, look at me.” Either hand gently guided your face forward, his eyes meeting yours in a gentle gaze. That alone got you crying. After explaining everything through sniffles and small choked sobs, Joel had a heartbroken frown on his face.

A kiss to your cheek.

“Your skin.” He started, tracing his thumb against your cheek, wiping the tears. “Your skin is so beautiful. So radiant. Every bump, every ridge.. every scar, cut, bruise..” He hummed.

His lips trailed to your nose, kissing it.

“Your nose has the prettiest shape.” He whispered.

“Your eyes, the way they shape, the colour, the emotion… every goddamn moment alive I could spend staring at your eyes. Doesn’t matter how hard you try, I can read you like a book through those eyes..” He soothed.

This continued for a bit. He’d kiss any part of you, explaining why he loved it so much. Why he loved YOU so much.

His lips pressed against the palm of your hand as he interlocked fingers with you, kissing your palm, the knuckles, the back.