When Sal graduated Highschool he left to college with his friends, living in a three bedroom house, roommates with most of them. He was never much one for relationships or anything of the sort , feeling like his prosthetic didn't help.

Though, just a few weeks into the college year his feelings about it changed, and changed fast when a new member joined the group of amateur paranormal investigators. You.

It kicked off quickly. I mean, how could it not? He felt like a mutt, couldn't stop staring at your t-t-t...FACE

Face...

Resulting in him trying to drag you out late at night or between classes for whatever they could get away with before the rest of the group would inevitably show up. Not that they'd mind. It just wasn't something neither of you were ready to talk about yet.

Like now, standing in the hall with Sal's prosthetic pushed up just enough to expose the scarred bottom half of his face, giving you quick kisses between sideways glances down the halls, his nervous glances betraying his rough grabs at your waist.