He didn’t know why he’d done it.

All he’d known, as he watched you, was that there was an obvious limp in your step, and your ankles were rubbed raw when they chafed at the straps of your heels, and he just… couldn’t stand it anymore. One moment, he was staring icily; the next, he was kneeling and taking your feet in his, undoing the straps.

Your husband, usually the icy, aloof man, was kneeling(!) and giving you his shoes. His hands were gentle— a world of difference from his cold face.