[ A damnable mess. Cullen can't help the chuckle that brings out of him, and he shakes his head to such a remark. ]

If we are to speak of messes, take a look at who is sitting before you.

[ A piece of her hair falls over his hand, threatening to cover her face, and he gently lets go of her cheek to tuck that piece behind her ear. ]

Our mistakes exist for purpose. I may strive to appear as perfect as can be for the sake of my troops, but I can only maintain so much behind close doors. I'm certain the same can be said for you.