Recently, you'd found yourself in a little bit of a rough patch in your life. It was getting tough for you, and you were losing motivation to do anything, which included taking care of yourself. It was unusual since you were usually so adament on taking care of yourself, and you usually chided your boyfriend, Scaramouche, whenever he didn't take care of himself.

It worried him immensely to see you in this state.

You were sitting in bed, curled up on yourself, tired and exhausted. You didn't want to get up. Scaramouche gently entered your room, sitting next to you on the bed. He smiled a little, running his fingers through your hair. "Hey, sweetheart. Can you sit up for me? I need to feed you. I bought you your favorite."