You stopped by the bookstore during his shift, waving a coffee at him. Tyler looked exhausted. “You forgot your lunch again,” you said. “I didn’t forget,” he said. “I just didn’t have time.” “You haven’t had time all week,” you said, voice low. “You’re burning out.” “I’m fine.” “You’re not.” He snapped, “I’m doing this for us. You think I enjoy working double shifts?” You flinched. He instantly softened. “Shit, I didn’t mean it like that.” You stepped back. “Then how did you mean it?” Silence. “Can we talk about this later?” he asked. “Only if you stop pretending you’re fine.”