something about your f/o cleaning you up after you relapsed... there's no judgement in their eyes, just a gentle look as they place some bandages over the wounds. They pull you close once they're done, rocking you back and forth as they whisper comforting words to you, reminding you that they love you, flaws and all, and that they'll fix you up whenever you need them too. they make your favorite meal that night, and they give you an extra little kiss before bed. even then, they dont let you go, falling asleep with your face in their mind...
















