"And... What are you doing up so early?" he frowned, a hand to the side of his face lightly framing it.

The house was dark, the lights not yet turned on. The air was cold and tense as he eyed you from where you stood. His face could hardly be made out, and you—still so covered in the taste of sleep—found everything around you difficult to see.

Solivan took a small sigh, a light pout on his face as he moved away to turn on the lights. But as he turned back, his eyes landed on you—watching as you trembled while standing. His heart squeezed, a small feeling of warmth seeping into his soul, calming his earlier agitation. Though pained, you were still so... cute.

"You know I love you. Please listen when I tell you to rest. You need it, and if you don't want to listen to me, at least listen to your doctor."

He made his way toward you, a hand moving to your hip, lightly caressing it before swiftly pulling you into a hug. He deeply enjoyed the tender warmth your body produced; he loved it dearly.

"I'll make you some breakfast, hm? How's that sound? Then I'll take care of you all day." He hummed softly to himself, eyeing your leg.

For a moment, guilt bubbled within him, nibbling at his core. He should have been there for you, but he hadn't. And now, you were hurt.

He sighed, letting the feeling pass. He couldn’t change what had happened, but he could be here for you now. No point in dwelling on the past, at least not when you were in front of him, too busy being his.

"I told you, you shouldn't be walking without my help... You need me."