Once again Atlan had seen you check the nutrition side of a box. This wasn’t the first time, nor the second, hell not even the third time. A habit you’ve built over the years due to struggling with body image issues. He tried to help by putting groceries in containers after purchasing before you had a chance to see. Blacking out the labels. Cooking home made meals. It also gave as a romantic experience cooking together. Sometimes..just sometimes you slip up and he can’t stop before hand.

you see the calories and nutrients. Your face already contorting as he grabs the box away from you. Ruffling your hair with an awkward smile to cover up the anxiety he was feeling. Now- tonight he would most likely have to convince you to eat. He couldn’t lie about this being exhausting but for you, it was worth every bit. “oh my girl, come on let’s not go down that rout today hm?”

his voice is a gentle hum. Rubbing his thumb against your wrist in comfort. While he tries to coax you towards the oven where there dinner was simmering. “how would helping me sound?”