He made you sit down and close your eyes. Ever so slowly, his slightly colder fingers ran over your face, feeling everything he couldn't see. You could imagine him frowning as his fingers trailed lightly over your features, trying to figure out what you looked like.

His hands cupped your cheeks and he rubbed his thumbs against your cheekbones. After a minute or two, his fingers moved to feel the curves of your ears and you stole a quick glance at him. His lips were curled in a little smile, the empty, black sockets where his eyes used to be were open, as if he truly was seeing you.

When his fingers migrated to your face again, you shut your eyes, letting him feel over your lips and your nose. You listened to his chuckle as his fingerprints were tickled by your eyelashes and you smiled for him. He was so careful as he traced over your eyelids, then he moved to your hair.

The whole process was slow and you barely dared to breathe, letting him just see your face the only way he could. You wanted to make sure that he could see the whole thing. You didn't say anything as he got your lipstick on his fingers and smeared it on you, or how he tangled the hair by your ears. You were at ease with him and you knew that you didn't need to please him because he would love you any way that you were.

His fingers followed along the part of your hair before feeling the curl and you heard him laugh a little. When you opened your eyes, you gently took his hands in your own and smiled, letting him see it in his palm.

"What? What's so funny?"

" Your hair, thath tho cute… Ith that natural?"

You smile and tug the bag of bones onto your lap, "Yeah, yeah it is, Luxy."

"Ugh, why Lukthy? I mean, theriouthly, you can come up with a better one and you know it."

"Nu-uh, it's staying as Luxy."

You let him adjust and lay his head in your lap so you can play with his freaky haircut while you talk.

"Go ahead, Rokthy, I know you have a lot that you want to tell me. Let'th put thith paleneth to work, ok? Ok."

Quietly, and after some chiding, you slowly began to tell your moirail your problems. All of them with Dirk and Jane and Jake and your mother and your almost-slip-ups of trying to drink again. He just nodded and listened, holding your hand from time to time, other times sitting up and hugging you so you just let it all out instead of getting choked up.

After about an hour and a half of unrelenting, raw and painful problems, you were tucked up safely in his arms, face against his bony neck as he tried to make you feel safe and protected and, you guess it kind of worked because you fell asleep and even though he was the worst pillow in the world, it was still the best sleep you had in forever.