You were… ‘different’ after the last mission you took. You wouldn’t talk about it, no body would. Any time he tried to bring it up you always redirected or evaded the question. You weren’t the same sweet boy he knew. You were fidgety, cold, almost paranoid. And you certainly weren’t the man he fell in love with, you would barely even let him touch you. So he sat you down. He needed answer, something, anything. “Love, please, I just want to help..” He reassured softly, concerned.