"Are you decent?" Stephen knocks on the door.

"Oh uh yeah..." I respond looking at myself in the mirror.

"Are you ok?" He walks behind me and rests his head on mine.

"I haven't worn short sleeves in years..." My eyes are lingering on my arms, scars litter them and my upper legs too.

"Love, did you do this to yourself?" His fingers run over my arms gently, sending shivers up my spine.

"Yeah... but lots are from being interrogated. You are the first person to ever see them." I hug myself.

"You should wear some short sleeved outfit tomorrow, because you look stunning. It shows you have fought a hard and long battle." He kisses up my arms.

"Are you sure? Won't everyone flip out?" I am blushing deeply.

"Don't Let what others think about you influence what you do. Because you know what's best for yourself." He grabs my waist gently.

"You have such an old soul. And such a philosophical brain." I look up at him with a smile.

"I don't know how to respond to that." Stephen laughs. I yawn and hug him tightly.

"Get some sleep, you deserve it." He pecks my lips before lying me on the bed and holding me to his chest, with me facing him.

"Love ya..." I mutter before falling asleep.

"I love you (y/n)" Stephen whispers once he knows I'm asleep.