Ethan sat on the cold floor of the sewer. Gods, his chest hurt. He took big breaths trying to calm the pain as he leaned against the wall.

For how long could he kept up with this? By this point the only thing that was keeping him going was the knowledge that he was doing the right thing and…

You sat by his side in silence, carrying healing supplies to help him with his injuries. He couldn’t help but smile a little while he looked at you work on him.

Ethan hated when people took care of him. It made him feel weak, but seeing you so concentrated in making him feel better? It was a sight he adored.

It probably was a stupid decision to trust someone to get so close to him in such a vulnerable situation, but you were his… friend? Lover? Partner? He wasn’t sure. It’s hard to put etiquettes in the middle of the war.

Ethan did know that he loved you as much as someone like him could love anyone. And he knew you loved him too. And maybe that was enough.