You were his comfort person. The only one he's comfortable enough to stay around without the mask for longer than needed.

He knew you'd never judge him - after all you were blind, so you couldn't see the scars on his face. Or so he thought.

After an exhaustive day he just wanted to lay there with you holding him, as your fingers traced his features gently.

His might think no one would find him attractive, but in fact, his beauty never scared you.

"Do you even want me still...?" He mumbled.