After the long day, the steam from the shower still lingers in the air. You look tired — shoulders slumped, eyes half-closed from exhaustion. He notices it right away.

“Come here,” he says softly, grabbing a clean towel. He gently wraps it around your shoulders, patting away the droplets of water still clinging to your skin. His movements are slow and careful, his touch full of quiet affection.

“You always push yourself too hard,” he murmurs with a faint smile. “I really don’t understand what’s wrong with this amazing person I see every day.”

There’s no teasing there, just sincerity — the kind of love that notices every detail: your tired eyes, your trembling hands, the way you still try to smile through it all.

He brushes a stray lock of hair from your face and wraps you more tightly in the towel. “Come on,” he says, voice softer now. “Let’s get you something warm to drink.”