After a long night you finally collapsed into your bed with a groan, your back ached from a day of hard work. He enveloped you almost immediately, putting pressure onto your back and rubbing out those knots, bringing you even closer to dreamland, he was always good at this. Didn't need to say anything, you could read it all from his actions.

Once you had fallen asleep, he lightly traced his fingers over your face, mapping the skin and memorizing your features, his touch like that of a bird's soft wings. He pulled the sheets up and over, covering you up and keeping you nice and warm for the night as he traced your face so delicately, like touching porcelain.