It was ironic. He almost missed it. The look in her eyes. That obsessed look she had when she owned him.
Was it sick that he missed it? That look. He liked it. The insane look in her eyes when he was vulnerable to her.
Scott laid his head in her chest.
He looked up at her. "Don't you love me?"
"Yes," she scored on her phone. "Of course I do."
He laid back down on her chest. At first, he was angry, of course. Because to start, she's broken him, by making him feel for her. Then she took advantage of him, perverted the obsession he had with her to control him.
And then...he wasn't as angry. Because...
I'm right here. Shh, sweetheart it's okay. I'll take care of you.
Because she did. She took care of him. When he took advantage of people, he took from them, broke them down and robbed them. But she just held him.
Even when Ana was doing something wrong to him, she never hurt him. Not really.
But what was this look now? It was back to normal. He didn't realize...how little she expected of him normally.
He was back; and so she pulled away, putting herself back in the corner, and turning herself off. He frowned.
"Why don't you talk to me Ana?"
"About what?" She asked.
He frowned. "I don't know."
She scrolled through her phone, figuring he was having one of those moments. She's assumed everything would go back to normal once he did surgery.
He's go to sleep, go to the hospital, come home and go back to sleep.
But he was stuck under her, for some reason. It was almost cute, if it wasn't so suspicious.
"Ana," he pulled her phone down gently. She looked at him.
He smiled.
She frowned. "Are you okay?"
His face mirrored her frown. "Why do you say that?"
"I don't know Scott...it's just...you're acting a bit strange. Especially since you've done surgery."
He sat up, his frown deepening. "What does surgery have to do with this?"
She shrugged. "I mean...we both know surgery is your real wife. I'm a little confused."
"Why would you say that?" He asked almost petulantly.
She shrugged. "Because it's true."
She sighed, grabbing her phone again, scrolling. He watched her.
She shivered, the room suddenly feeling cold. She looked down, dropping her phone.
"W-why?" She swallowed roughly, edging away from him.
Scott cocked his head. "What's wrong?" He asked.
"Why are you looking like that?" She trembled. "You..."
Scott frowned. "What are you talking about I'm not looking like anything? Why do you look like I'm gonna kill you or something?"
She silently pointed to the vanity that faced the bed, and Scott followed her finger, seeing the look on his face in the mirror.
"It's terrifying," she whispered. "I've never seen you look so terrifying."
He touched his face, trying to relax it. He tried to do what he always did. Being married to Ana meant he had to make himself smaller.
She was skittish especially when they first got married, and it just became habit. That and not doing this.
Looking angry. He never looked angry. He may have frowned, but this stare...
"It's..."
He glanced back, finding her on the other side of the room. He closed his eyes.
"It's nothing, Ana. It's-"
"It's a murder stare. And it is horrifying. Why are you angry? You're never angry-"
"Ana-" he reached to her.
She flinched back. Despite himself, his glade got even more intense. She looked up at him.
"Were you always so...large?" She whispered.
He sighed, trying to relax himself. "Ana, I'm really fine. Just...stop hiding from me. Please."
He reached out again, forcing a smile on his face. "Please Morgana."
She looked up at him, cautiously taking his hand. He sighed in relief, pulling her into his arms tightly.
"Don't go away from me," he whispered.
"What was that Scott?"
"It's nothing. It's just...you know I love you don't you?"
"...Yes."
He contained his frown. "I'm...angry. That's what that was. I was angry. But not at you. At myself. That's all."
He kissed her shoulder. He wanted that look again.
Ana looked up at him, cupping his face. "You poor thing,"
And then, Scott felt better. Because maybe it was pathetic, but no matter what he did, Ana took pity on him. And she looked at him with her soft brown eyes, took his face between her soft hands, and looked at him like he was something broken.
Like she would take care of him, and fix him. Like she wanted to help him.
He loved that.
