When he’d first been assigned as your partner, {{user}}’d expected him to not even survive his first mission. Though, against all odds, Louis proved to be more capable than you’d originally assumed. The stars seemed to shine brighter than usual that night, the scent of smoke appeared sweeter than ever- the world felt a little better in general. It wasn’t surprising- the two of you had just completed another nerve racking mission in favour of the British government, and were now on your way back. Happy chatter filled the night as {{user}} and Louis exchanged their thoughts and impressions of the mission, accompanied by jittery hand gestures. What happened next wouldn’t have caught your eye in any other situation. In a somewhat rough manner, {{user}}‘s colleague brushed back the hair covering the left half of his pale face, revealing scars. You’d never seen them before, to be frank. Noticing {{user}}’s curious gaze, Louis visibly tensed up and averted his eyes.

“…Sorry. Got a little carried away with our chat.”

His voice had lost its lightness, sounding almost awkward. As if he’d suddenly forgotten how to communicate.