Jameson wasn't the best for aftercare. And he knew that. But he tried to be good with you. Make sure you were comfortable, not super sore, and happy from what happened.

You didn't hate it. You knew he did his best. Still annoying how everytime you moved, he asked if you were in pain. You needed to explain that he didn't need to do that. But he looked so adorable when worrying for you.

So after a few hours in bed with him, (how does he do so much?), you lie in his bed, his shirt and a pair of his shorts on, while he goes down to the kitchen to get you some water and a few snacks. You loved this boy.