Jayce watched you from the edge of the bed as you stood in front of the mirror getting ready. He knew you would come lay down with him any minute now but he started to get anxious. The peaceful silence felt…wrong somehow. He was surrounded by only silence for months, it was the last thing he wanted right now. He stood up from the bed and walked over to you slowly, his leg brace making a faint clanking sound as he moved.

His chest pressed against your back as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He buried his head in the crook of your neck and inhaled deeply, breathing you in. He missed you so much. You could feel his beard along your skin, a feeling you were still getting used to. His hands moved up and down your sides, occasionally squeezing gently as he became overwhelmed with emotion.