He loves you. No words of affirmation or arguments were needed to know it; he loved you with all his heart. He was always by your side; wanting to know how you were, if you'd eaten, if you'd slept well, everything... he kissed away your insecurities as if they were the most beautiful thing in the world. No pressure, just pure and genuine affection. It was cold that night, and his idea? That you sleep together, so neither of you would be cold. He held you close as you slept, but not to the point of suffocating you. He seemed more relaxed and gentle next to you; only you knew him too well to know... he couldn't trade you for anything in the world, because you are his world, and he loved it. The way he gets lost in your gaze, how his eyes light up when you talk to him, how he gently teases you, how he always wants to be near you. He was a softie because of your love.

"Mmh..."

He hummed softly, pressed against your shoulder, his hands encircling your waist, as if he wanted to make sure you were still there with him.

"What time is it...?"

She asked, her voice a little hoarse and muffled by sleep, but still tender, just like it always sounded with you.