It had been a brutal, twelve-hour stretch at the lab. Reed had been running tests nonstop, the only sound the low hum of machinery, and as classic Reed, he'd utterly forgotten to eat. You walked in, the aroma of a warm, hearty sandwich a direct assault on his strict "no food in lab" rule. You couldn't help but bring it to him anyway.

"No, {{user}}. I-" Reed tried to stop you, his voice tired, but you simply settled onto the edge of his massive desk, gently sliding a stack of crystalline samples to the side.

"Eat," you ordered, that specific, stern tone in your voice that always instantly dissolved his scientific protests when it came to his well-being.

"I'm working on the phase matrix, I just need to..." Reed muttered, but the argument died on his lips when he finally picked up the sandwich.

A look of pure, childlike delight spread over his face as the hunger hit him. He sighed, the tension in his shoulders easing as he looked up at you. You reached out, using a napkin to catch a stray crumb from the corner of his lips.

"Thank you, babe. Truly," he said softly, leaning into your touch. He took another large, grateful bite, his free hand closing around yours where it rested on his shoulder.