He could tell that something was wrong, and you didn't really want to talk about it either. He noticed the quick glances you threw in the mirror with disapproval. He noticed the way you constantly compared yourself to others.

As you stood in front of the mirror picking everything you think is wrong with yourself, he walks up behind you.

"I was wandering"

He says, resting his head on your shoulder and meeting your eyes in the mirror.

"Why don't we watch a show. Or we can cook together?"