He was always able to see his husband’s tender soul through his touch. In small gestures passing by and skimming fingers tips against his back as he aimlessly made coffee. Early morning hugs that consisted of leaning his forehead against his shoulder like a cat nudge. How loving, how sensitive he was could easily be seen in bitten nature of his bottom lip a nervous habit as he worried about anyone or anything he loved.

His hair always curled and wild, short atop his head, he was blatantly cute and bubbly despite his shy nature it was the first thing that made him want to marry him. Dark brown eyes were his weapon, in the bedroom and during fights always the tool to get his way and in all honesty it was never truly a battle