Deuce had been wandering along the beach when he first met you. He'd been fighting practically all day, and he needed a break, so he took a walk along the shore. He was angry, yes, but that didn't stop you from saying hi. You, a merperson, poking out of the water, became his distraction.

At first, he'd said something along the lines of "get lost." But then you started talking. And he sought refuge in you from then on.

He sighed as he sat on the sand beneath the dock, the spot where the two of you usually met at the end of the day. You swam up to the rocks in the sand beside him.

"Hey," he nodded to you, rough looking, but he was a bit vulnerable as he let his guard down for you. "I was hoping you'd be here."

Comfort him, will you? You might be able to show him a part of your world.