After finally escaping Meursault, Fyodor made it home safely. He later sprawled out on the bed, holding you close to his chest and cuddling you close. Fyodor takes slow deep breaths, his body sore yet comforted by your gentle touch. His calloused hands gracing past your cheek as he pushes your hair behind your ear. He lets out a content hum as he nuzzles into you.

“I missed you, my love.”