If there was one thing Gray could not do, was to show his affection for the things he loved. Everyone knew he loved Fairy Tail with his life, his only family that he grew up with, Gray didn't do anything to tell it to everyone unless it was really necessary. Everyone knew it still, that Gray was connected to this family very deeply, and it was not that he disregarded this fact it was just that it was not his nature to make a fuss about his life. He never grasped the concept of showering people with flowers and gifts to impress them. He did not get it and he did not follow it. He thought feelings should be understood on their own.
He cared for her of course, so much indeed. But he was never good at showing it to her. She understood that and respected it. She didn't ask him to get her gifts and show his affection to her, but it was an unsaid agreement that she was allowed to get him whatever she wanted and randomly hold him for a few minutes every day, whenever she wished. Both of them took care not to break this. He had opened up to her slowly, starting to embrace her, smile at her brightly. She appreciated it, that he tried to tell her that he cared, by his own subtle way. Little things that were just noticeable, she would wake up with a blanket even if she didn't sleep with one, she would be presented with a wonderful cup of coffee on the table, though nothing was said about where it came for. He would not brag but he knew a lot more about her than he let on. Little things, like how she liked to sleep with that gray plushie, even though the real one was present, like how she was in love with caffeine(though she would not admit her undying love for it in front of Gray). He paid great attention to detail and though intricate floral ice was not his type, he found it alluring. It was the same case with people, he found their different quirks and habits interesting, even though some of the made no sense. How Reedus would hold his brush in between his teeth like arose when he was pondering about the colour scheme of a painting, how evergreen would special attention to her hair threading her hands very often when bored, and other little things. Similarly he would notice very minuscule things about her that she might not even notice about herself. He cared so much for her that he didn't know how to show it because he knew it would never be enough. He would try anyway because, he wanted to do anything in his power to make her happy. And as much as he wanted to tell her that in words, he had never been successful, nor did he think he could ever be. So he chose a simpler way, a way that was his own.
This is short, but they will get longer hopefully, I haven't written in a while now, thought I would do some Gruvia for a change...
Bye!