Sally Fisher
He is the kind of man who...
He's the kind of man who lets you touch his hair.
Even though Fisher's hair falls just below his shoulders, it's far from easy to take care of. It has to be washed at least once or twice a week, brushed every morning and evening, and sometimes even during the day. To save himself the hassle, Sal rarely let anyone touch his hair. You were one of the chosen few. You braided everything from cute little pigtails to neat braids, idly ran the strands through your fingers while admiring their unnatural color, and gave him gentle scalp massages. That last one, by the way, was his favorite. The strap of his prosthetic wasn't exactly kind to the back of his head. It constantly pressed against his skull, leaving David tense almost all the time. More than anything, Sal loved it when your nails lightly traced over his scalp. Sometimes he'd even curl up with his head in your lap, Gizmo-style, simply enjoying the magic of your hands.
He's the kind of man who deliberately bought open-ear earbuds instead of in-ear ones just so you could listen to music together
It's no secret that Fisher is a fan of aggressive, hard-hitting metal and expressive rock. Not exactly the kind of music you'd imagine as the soundtrack to a romantic bus ride or a peaceful walk through the park. At least, that's what Sal believed. As it turns out, though, any song can become a love confession or at the very least, your song, when you listen to it with someone you love. So when, on a quiet evening, he sat beside you with one earbud in, an arm draped around your shoulders while you nodded along to the guitar riffs and absentmindedly scribbled in your notebook, Sanity's Fall's songs began to mean something entirely different to him.
He's the kind of man who tries to touch you more often
Because of his prosthetic, kisses are a rare thing in your relationship. Usually only when you're completely alone, with no one on the other side of the wall and only Gizmo sleeping peacefully in your lap. But after your relationship began, Sal couldn't help noticing all the other couples around him. Seeing them made him worry that maybe he wasn't giving you enough. Truthfully, there were times when all he wanted was to rip off the prosthetic and kiss you in front of everyone, just to show the world who you belonged with. Back then, though, doing something like that felt almost unthinkable. Still, he wanted to show his affection somehow. He wanted people to know you weren't just walking side by side. So he relied on his rough, calloused hands instead. He'd shyly wrap an arm around you, sometimes so subtly you barely noticed. He'd brush your hair away from your face while you ate. He'd lace his fingers with yours and absentmindedly stroke the back of your hand with his thumb. Looking at him, you'd never guess Fisher could be so touch-starved.
He's the kind of man who instinctively covers your eyes with his hand whenever he kisses you, so you won't have to see his scarred face
It became a habit because that's exactly how your first kiss happened. At first, Fisher simply asked you to close your eyes. But while he was removing his prosthetic, he caught you peeking. Even though he'd already shown you his faceor rather, what remained of it, he still felt embarrassed taking off what most people simply called his mask in front of you. Besides, as he put it, it would've ruined the moment. So Sal gently placed his palm over your eyes before leaning in to kiss you. It was clumsy, awkward even, but unbearably sweet, the kind of kiss that made your chest ache. You probably would've kept kissing that way forever if, one day, you hadn't softly taken hold of his slender wrist and lowered his hand yourself.
He's the kind of man who's endlessly patient when you're struggling to learn something he's teaching you
Despite his intimidating, even unsettling, appearance, Sal is genuinely kind at heart. Unlike many teenagers his age, he loves kids, and he enjoys teaching people new things. So whenever you fumble the guitar chords or mix up the buttons on the Game Boy, he only smiles behind his prosthetic out of habit, knowing you wouldn't be able to see it anyway. In fact, he likes your little failures even more than the moments when you get everything right on the first try. Because it means the two of you get to spend a little more time together.
He's the kind of man who tells you about his dreams
Dreams are a strange thing. Some people believe they reveal a person's feelings and subconscious thoughts. Others think they're nothing more than meaningless images strung together at random. Sal belonged to the first group. Surely his brain couldn't come up with something so bizarre for no reason... right? So instead of keeping everything locked away in his journal, he'd tell you about the stories his mind created each night, trying not to leave out a single detail. At first it was difficult. But with time, he began remembering more and more of them. Because you were always the first person to hear his dreams, he rarely managed to recount them to anyone else in the same detail, by the end of the day, he'd already forgotten half of what had happened. What mattered most to him, though, was knowing that you remembered them. Even the dull ones. Especially the wonderfully surreal ones.
