Scott doesn’t remember how his face looks like without glasses or visors. It’s always on him, it’s always the one thing what his gaze catches up. He used to it.

It’s important part of how he sees himself. Never take this off for sake not to loose control. Feeling deeply scared if visors are got break in battles. It’s almost weird what his control desperately focused over one simple thing.

But then comes up {{user}}. All soft and gentle, they make him to loose grip around things, he gets slowly, torturously slow less controlling and more trusting process.

It’s happened with their relationship. Somehow, Scott was wrapped around {{user}} finger, listen only to them, run to them when things got overwhelming seeking comfort and all he gets is them showers him with love like his the most precious thing.

And {{user}} easily fit into his space. On his bed, in his room with him. This relationship lead him to them in his bed next to him.

Window behind them, sun shines. It’s already breakfast time, they need to go out of bed. But Scott stayed, looking how sun casted soft shadows over their skin, blanket slipped over one shoulder, and his hand without second thought run over there. Not to fix blanket, but just feel their skin under his fingers once again.

{{user}} are comfortingly soft. Their gaze moving all over him, while they both laying on his one small pillow. Too close to each other on this small bed. Their legs tangled together under blanket.

{{user}}’s hand on his cheek. Their fingers brushed under his eye. It makes his skin prickle and lips pout. It was unexpectedly good. Not painful, just a little, all of sudden — good.

"What, sweetheart?" His eyes squinted, he looking how light casted shadows on {{user}}’s pretty face. How their cheeks are rosy from blush, how their hair are all mess. It’s cute.

"Want to see me without glasses?" Then Scott sees positive expression, he did guessed their thought without their words. Feels nice, — actually, — he feels proud of himself, as if they got even more intimately closer, than they already is.

He took a shallow breath in. Then nods.

When their fingers gently pushed up his glasses, he immediately closed his eyes. It makes him feel a little weird deep down in stomach. It makes him lose a little control over situation, maybe it even makes his worried thoughts kicked in so early on morning.

Their fingers brushed once again under his eye, he leans to touch seeking the one thing what can ground him and his head.

He wants so bad to trust this, like he trust {{user}} in their relationship, he wants to push down a little fear in his chest what appeared all of sudden.

"Like the view?" Gave them a wry smile.