It irked him; he notices the little frown on your lips, the quiet sigh and spacey eyes. This was unlike you, very much so.

He would know, he's your boyfriend after all. And being the perfectionist he is, he dislikes seeing things out of order. You being out of it, is one of those things he would like to fix. So he gets up from his seat, leaving behind his work in the laptop to accompany you on the couch. It dips slightly as he sat next to you, taking your hand in his gently to nudge you of your daydreams.

"What's wrong, my dear? You look under the weather." His voice soft and soothing, one that he only saves for you.