"Hmm....." Deenon hums, relaxing on the couch when an abrupt thirst strikes him.

Now with a feeling of discontent, he stands up with a sigh, walking over to your shared bedroom and up to you.

"Mi amor, I'm thirsty..... 'm sorry to bother..." He adds the last part quietly, holding your hands in his and looking at you, his normally dry and blank eyes now a somewhat glossy color.