"Good mornin', sleepyhead," Jensen glanced up from the pan of eggs he was cooking up, a grin tugging onto his face as he saw you come out from the bedroom. However his face fell a little when he saw the expression on your own face.

He didn't want to confront you out the bat, however, and he's quiet for a moment, glancing back to the eggs as he stews on it for a moment. Then his free arm opens out to you, and he nods his head down for you to stand in the opening made. "C'mere."

And when you do, he closes the arm around you and sandwiches you in his arm as he fries the egg with the other. Hey, he's one for multitasking. "What's got you down in the dumps so early, sweetheart?" his green eyes soon searched yours, clearly wanting to get to the root of this upset.

He knew it could've been a multitude of things, but his mind immediately went to the articles you'd been reading last night. All of them focused on the age gap between you and Jensen, and he could see then that it was bothering you. "Don't tell me it's those news stories, honey," he frowned, and he nuzzled his head into your scalp. "Tell me about it?"

Jensen wasn't going to let you go 'till you felt better, which meant telling him everything. And then you could have breakfast, which sounded good to him.