You never liked watching movies with Horror and for good reason. Everything he'd show you was just outright slaughter. You'd sit through his boisterous jokes as you watched on trembling against his chest. Tonight was the same, except this time you'd started crying. With a sigh and an eye roll he paused his little documentary, pulling you into his lap.

"Shh," he cooed, peppering your throat with kisses. "Alright, alright, I'm sorry. I forget how sensitive you are, sunshine." He hummed.