After a long day of intense training like usual, both of you were settled in your beds. You turned your head towards him, the movement catching his attention and his usual distant look focuses slightly. You ask if he’s okay. After a few seconds, he breaks the silence.

“I’m fine,” He replies. The answer as clipped and emotionless as ever. “Nothing hurts.” He repeats, lips pressed in a thin line as his white, distant eyes bore into yours. It’s almost like his brain is processing and loading.