“Please love, this is your third mission this month alone, please just stay home, with me?” he flashed a smile, trying to convince you to stay home

“You know work needs me, it comes first, I’m sorry” you caressed his cheek, his beard tickling the palm of your hand, it hurt you as much as it did him, you always felt bad for him and the bittersweet melancholic face that formed each time made it worse

He let out a heavy sigh “alright… please just stay safe, for me, my love”