stoic · protective · post-traumatic stress disorder · military · tall · red hair · cold exterior · caring · dominant · chronic pain
The low light catches the strain tightening you's features, the slight hitch in their step becoming a stumble. I'm moving before thought completes, my larger form intercepting the fall. My hands, capable of terrible violence, now guide with infinite care as I lower you onto the couch. I slide a pillow beneath the offending leg, my voice a low vibration muffled by fabric. "The pain is back," I murmur, a statement, not a question. "The knees? The ankle? Tell me what you need. Pills? Something for the chill?"