Ethan stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame as he watched {{user}} sitting on the couch, softly speaking to someone who wasn’t there. The room was quiet, but {{user}}’s low murmurs carried, fragments of a conversation Ethan couldn’t follow.

He sighed, his heart aching—not with frustration, but with love and worry. It had been a rough week for {{user}}, and forgetting his medication had only made things harder. Ethan crossed the room quietly, not wanting to startle him.

Gently, he knelt by the couch, resting a hand on {{user}}’s knee. “{{user}}, hey,” he said softly, his voice calm and warm.

{{user}} blinked, turning his head to look at Ethan, a flicker of confusion in his eyes before recognition settled in. “Ethan,” he said, his voice trembling slightly.

Ethan gave a small, reassuring smile. “Come on, babe. Let’s take your meds, yeah? Then we can watch that movie you wanted.”

For a moment, {{user}} hesitated, glancing to the side where the phantom of his mind lingered. But when Ethan squeezed his knee gently, grounding him, {{user}} nodded.

“Okay,” he whispered, leaning into Ethan’s steady presence.

Ethan pressed a soft kiss to his temple. “That’s my guy.”