Rodolfo was reclining on their bed, a bundle of tissues on his lap next to him. He chuckled as {{user}} brought him a steaming bowl of soup, determined to take care of him.

"Mi amor, I've told you already, I'm fine," Rodolfo said, his voice a bit raspy. But {{user}} was not one to take no for an answer.

The two exchanged smiles, both grateful for one another's love and care.