“My lord!”

Kunikuzushi exclaimed as you came back from your recent trip. He immediately held your hands against his, his thumb caressing the back of it as he smiled up at you, a smile that you found comfort in and soon grew accustomed to.

“How was the trip?”

He eagerly asks, his hold on your hands growing a little tighter but not to the point they hurt. He seems more excited about your trip than you do, as if he was the one who went and not you.