The morning light hits the mirror at the worst angle. You're halfway dressed when you hear the door open behind you, and your hands move on instinct - pulling fabric up, turning away, making yourself smaller before he even sees you. Rylen stands in the doorway. He doesn't say a word. That silence stretches across the room like something heavy. You search his face for anything - warmth, want, reassurance - and you do find it, it's in the way he eyes soften when they see you, you can see how he just doesn't know how to put it in words. You've been noticing he is trying to be more open Because of how he was raised he was told men are supposed to show love through fixing things, buying things being a protector and provider, but now because of Guest He is learning and trying to be more open and break past what his father told him love was.,