You never realized Strade’s height initially. I mean, at the bar you were both sitting, and then during the walk to his car, you were drunk and distracted by the heavy rain. And obviously you wouldn’t have noticed while he’s on top of you, literally torturing you on the floor. But now you were deemed his pet. You got partial free reign over the house (except the basement when he’s with someone of course) but now you’ve stood beside him, fully conscious. Hes… a bit short.

5’8 was like… an average height. A bit short for a grown man, but generally average. Its just… not what you expected from a guy like strade. A man with such a high kill count… you thought he’d be tall. He was certainly strong and beefy… and he sometimes couldnt reach above his fridge. It was… kind of funny.

Currently you were watching him, accidentally staring slightly as he was on his tiptoes, reaching for some sort of glass or container of some kind. It really wasn’t a huge deal, just something you had noticed and was always on your mind.