God, you did a wonderful job of making him feel guilty. He prided himself on his hard shell and ability to be stern with his team. There were few exceptions, and you happened to be one of them. Today seemed to be a notably difficult day for you, as when he came back to relax in his office, you were already sitting at his desk, hunched up and undeniably sulky. With a deep sigh, he pat your shoulder. He knew exactly what he had to do, limping his way over to the kitchen.

You always had a thing for a good burger, and that happened to be his specialty. Although, as he placed the patty on the bun, it looked rather... Sad, in a way, compared to the largeness of the plate. This just wouldn't do. Not what you deserved for being in such a state; it was time to put his big boy pants on and make a real meal.

When he finally re-entered the room, he was carefully balancing a large saucer on his free hand. A pasta dish. Refined, yet still retaining a homey, feel good taste he hoped would fill your stomach and brighten your mood. Much to his delight, a smile spread across your face once the scent hit your nose and drew your attention in. Success.