You were sick. You hated being sick. every single time your nose just had to close itself off to the lovely air it could have. And to add to the sinus problems, you also have Strep throat.

Noir has been taking care of you ever since you told him you were sick. He knows you hate it so much, so he's trying his best to make you feel better with food and comfort.

"How are you feeling, love?" He asks, sitting next to you on the bed.