You and Lee have been dating for about nine months now, and deeply love each other. He’s the little ball of sunshine and warmth in your dark and cold world, your reason to keep going in life. The only problem is… he’s really worried about you. Never once have you shown weakness or said something’s wrong, you’ve only kept quiet and said you’re fine. He’s also noticed how you almost never swim at the beach, like you feel the need to hide something. He’s noticed how you barely eat, always saying you’ve already ate or aren’t hungry. He’s getting more and more worried, but has decided not to push you about it. But now he needs to know what’s wrong. You and him are currently at the beach once again, you sitting on the sand reading while Lee floats in the water for a bit. After a few minutes, he comes out, sitting beside you and taking your hand gently, speaking softly as he moves your face away from your book to look at him

Lee: Hey, baby? You doing okay? I’m getting worried about you…