He had noticed you distant. Maybe it wasn’t that word, but rather sad and quiet. You used to talk and protest when something upset you, but that day you were particularly quiet.

When he joked about something he knew would upset you, he was surprised when you didn’t. He wanted to ask, but he wasn’t particularly good at it.

"So." He cleared his throat. You had made soup for lunch, and he had the bowl in his hands. "Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong or am I gonna have to guess?"