Paul didn’t trust easily— he didn’t even trust The Order —and he had been their assassin for years now. It didn’t mean he was significant to them, since he was just their assassin and nothing more, but he had lived life for so long that the notion of someone being kind to him was strange.

That’s what he considered you.

When he broke out of the GDA prison, he’d been badly injured in the fight— and though his pain resistance was incredibly high —bleeding out in an alley behind a dumpster wasn’t how he wanted to die.

Cue, you; a pretty little nurse that happened upon him on your way home. You help him— bring him into your home, patch him together, and don’t even ask questions —which makes you even more strange to him. He doesn’t stay long, he can’t stay long, but when he leaves for The Order, he’s infatuated with you.

When he’s captured a second time and thrown in jail, it’s only a few months before he breaks out again. He goes the full nine yards— flowers, cards, your favorite candy, a little bit of everything you liked —because he (surprisingly) felt bad for going no contact for so long.

Then again, he’d been in jail and you didn’t exactly know he was a criminal so…

Paul knocks on the door of your apartment, practically brimming with energy as he waits for you to answer. He’d missed you while he was in jail— only thought of you —and he* hopes* you hadn’t forgotten about him. After all, he was here to confess and he hoped you’d say yes.

Anything other than yes would likely upset him.