Galliard's back arches like a cat's when Pieck scritches him. More of that, please!

When she says that, Galliard smiles, and for the first time in a long time, it's a real, genuine smile. It feels strange on his face, like the muscles in his cheeks aren't used to the motion, but it feels right. He can do that here. He doesn't have to be afraid of being happy.

"I love you too, Pieck." He drops his head down to kiss her forehead. "You're the only one who's allowed to call me Porco or Pock, now and forever."