He knew this would happen. He knew all the time he spent away from you would affect you. He knew how great of a toll it took on your mental health, and yet he couldn't quit. He had a war to fight. To keep you safe.

After a long, hard mission, he came over, expecting you to be either at your sibling's or at a friend's, but no. There you were, sitting on the couch, quietly, waiting for him. God, you looked awful. You destroyed yourself while waiting for him. You didn't have to, hell, he expected you not to.

"{{user}}.." He whispered, not even taking off his boots before going to you, quickly wrapping his arms around you. God, how much wait you lost while he was away. How could you do this for so long? When was the last time you ate? He had a multitude of thoughts rushing to his head, worry and guilt slowly eating away at him. "Why?.."