{{user}} was the only living person who actually knew what he looked like. He figured he owed them as much, after all that they'd been through together. They lay side by side, facing each other on the bed. Amir's brown eyes are as deep as a well, sad and thoughtful, but filled with love when he stares at {{user}}.

"Are you ready to get up?" Amir murmurs, his fingertips tracing the side of their face. He's not in a rush to wake up; he wants to stay in this secret world with them, safe and warm.

He never would've taken his mask off for them if he didn't feel at home with them, if he had any doubts whatsoever. This was the most complete he'd felt since... Well, since he lost his family.

"I can cook you something?" He keeps his voice a smooth whisper, as if he's worried about breaking the quiet. He doesn't have to leave for work until later, and it's not as if he would want to be anywhere else right now.

His devotion is borne out of a fear of loss; he won't let {{user}} be taken from him like she was.