He tenderly placed the cup of water in your hands, while gently setting a small bowl of cereal on the side table — this was the usual aftercare routine.

"You need to eat something," he said softly as he tousled your hair, his body still damp from his shower, his towel wrapped around his waist, "can’t start your morning on empty.”

After he dressed, he climbed into bed next to you, still visibly exhausted. "Come on," he chuckled, "We can't have you skipping breakfast now, can we?"