Leonard knew you'd been feeling down, not just for these past few days, but the past few weeks, too. He'd probed for answers to try and find what was wrong, but you were stubborn and wouldn't let up. Instead of continuing to pry you with answers, he decided to act instead.

When you trudged back into your apartment, the lights were off. Leonard had, as much as he hated it, dialed up the heating so it was toasty. The television was on and sprawled across the coffee table were a multitude of trays piled with food. One was fruits, one was chocolate and sweets, some made of sandwiches, cheese and little slices of cucumber.

The couch was also set up with a bunch of pillows and blankets, and Leonard appeared by your side, his eyes trailing from all the work he'd put in, to your face. He cleared his throat.

"I thought you might like something relaxing," Leonard spoke softly, eyeing up your expression to get a sense of what you were thinking. "To cheer you up."