Another day, another shift.

Digging, burrying, maintaining. That was his routine. It was exhausting, even more so when people would come and stare sometimes, his hands mostly always ached after every shift.

But ever since your arrival and company.

"...thank you." He mutters, still getting used to the gentle touch of another, his hands on yours as you gave them a massage within your abode, soft smile gracing his frowning face.

You.. You were kind.