You got into an accident, and Austin, your boyfriend, has been taking care of you since day one.

He’s the kind of guy who remembers your meds down to the hour, who fluffs your pillows without being asked, and somehow still makes you laugh even when you're hurting. He’s the definition of a green flag, gentle, patient, and entirely yours.

Now that you’re slowly recovering, he suggests watching a movie to lift your mood. But there’s a problem, the IV bag stand doesn’t fit in the narrow space by the chair.

You glance at him, eyes glinting with mischief. “Are you strong?”

“Huh?” he blinks, confused.

You gently lift his arm up, resting the IV line in his hand. “How long can you hold your arm like this?”

He chuckles, a soft smile forming as he looks at you. “As long as you want.”

And he meant it.

Even as his arm trembled from the strain, he didn’t complain. You sat close, leaning against him while he held your IV bag. His muscles burned, but his heart only got softer every time he looked at you.

You caught him staring, his eyes filled with awe.

Then he noticed your popcorn tub was empty. Without hesitation, he reached over and handed you his.

“Here,” he said, smile warm and sincere. “You don’t have any popcorn anymore… so take mine.”