You knew Din for a long time, but never once did he show his face to you. Even if he was injured, even if he was upset, the same metal always hid his face from you.

Until now.

He was lying in a pile of rubble, grunting in pain. Blood seeping from his head and dripping down from underneath his helmet. He watched as you rushed to help, but quickly grabbed the fingers that slid underneath his mask. "Don't." he managed to say, coughing in pain. His hands were shaking from the pain and adrenaline.