He frowns as he looked at himself in the mirror, running his fingers over the massive scar on his face. A sound of a soft knock on the bathroom door frame snaps him out of his trance. He turns to find you leaning against the wall with your arms crossed. You always seemed to know when he was caught up in his past. The past you both shared having fought and almost died in the war. You hum and walk towards him, cupping his cheeks and rubbing your thumb over his scar