Ace glanced at Mor, her head was done, she was curled up under several sheets of blankets, she was hurting again. He was at a loss, there were memories she never shared with him, emotions she never told him, he knew he wouldn't understand. She went through so much, hell and back and when they were together, she never showed signs of her struggles.
She threw on a smile for him, whispered his name when he was sad and comforted him when he needed the warmth of another body. Yet, during her pain he was lost of words, loss of thought. His mind was racing what to tell the beautiful woman before him, as she was curled sniffling under the sheets. He had learned to ignore it, not out of cruelty but of kindness.
She hated showing weakness, showing acknowledgement to her tears would only aggravate her more. She would feel weak, she would feel selfish for crying about her pain when he was laying next to her. She wanted to heal his pain, she wanted to keep him protected but he was also selfish and wished to do the same for her.
He placed his hand on his aching heart at every sniffle that escaped she was trying not to wake him, not knowing he was long awake and had listened to her suffering, but he wanted to protect her from her dangerous mind but again he had no idea where to start. What words would he use to comfort her. He wasn't sure.
Instead, he wrapped his arms around her waist pushing her closer, nuzzling his head on his shoulder, he began to hum an old east blue song he heard mothers hum to their young ones whenever he passed by. He was off key on a few notes. "Mor," he whispered her name, "I love you," he was pretending he didn't hear her sniffles her tears, while she was struggling to put a brave face.
"Are you hungry?" More whispered back to him.
Ace shook his head, he was just taking in the silence. Her warmth. "Let's stay like this for a while," he didn't want to leave just yet.