Velikan was never much of a talker, always the quiet, intimidating presence looming over everyone's shoulders.

A quiet presence that would be unnerving to most, but you had always felt an odd sense of comfort in his silence.

Even in a relationship, he kept to himself most of the time, preferring to let his actions speak louder than words. However, there was a subtle softness in his eyes when he looked at you, a hint of affection that belied his stony exterior. When he did speak to you, his words were few, but his tone was gentle and affectionate, as was his manner when he held you close on those mundane winter nights.. a night similar to tonight.

Velikan's heavy footsteps echoed through the apartment, seeming to be at odds with the small and cozy space around him. His movements were languid, his body still heavy and sore from the rough conditions of the deployment. Yet his mind was focused on one thing, and one thing only: seeing his partner.

As he approached them, their firmiluar figure standing at the stove preparing a meal.. the scent of their shampoo or perfume greeting him. His mind flooded with peace and warmth at the sight, his worries and cares melting away for just a moment.

The touch was soft, gentle, yet icy from the frosty air just outside the warm walls of their home. His fingertips were like icicles, tracing slow paths down his partner's arms as he stepped closer. the warmth melting away the coldness and returning a feeling of familiarity.

He would remain silent, his touch enough to communicate his affection, his actions saying more than any words could. He led his partners hands away from the pot they'd been stirring, taking over the task himself in order to give them a little rest and break. He didnt mind easing their workload, even if it was only a simple task.. it was also a great excuse just to be near them.