Thinking about helen being the ultimate gentleman, he's sweet, gentle, respectful, albit a little emotionally distent.
Thinking about helen sitting on the floor in the living room, quitely sketching your sleeping form on the couch, you look your best when you're relaxed.
Thinking about helen standing in the kitchen in a spotless apron, a baking book resting on the counter as he tries to bake your favorite cake, no reason other than him thinking you might like that.
Thinking about helen being a great listener, you can talk and complain for literal hours, and he'll just sit there, noding and occasionally giving you some feed back.
Thinking about helen growing his hair after he notice you liked playing with it, hair is a form of self express, just like art.
Thinking about helen making tiny clay dolls of himself and you, just little charms for his desk, he won't tell you about them.
Thinking about helen taking you out on normal dates, maybe a picnic or stargazing, he prefers nights.
Thinking about helen going out again that same night to kill that one guy that eyed you funny, he wont even use him for art, he has higher standerds.
Thinking about helen getting basheful about physical touch and affection, he'll act all calm and nonchalant, while his heart is racing every time you get close.
Thinking about helen taking care of you when you're sick, making your favorite soup and all, ignore his gloves and mask, he's trying his best.
Thinking about helen, reading those silly romace novels, maybe taking a note or two.
Thinking about helen, who loves and adore you, in his own way.
