you’ve not been eating much lately, eating much at all. and ellie’s noticed, you’re sneaking out of dinner occasions and meal times for some reason, ellie’s noticed.

so when you’re laying in your shared bed, you can hear her get home, her heavy combat boots knocking against the floor with each step.

your girlfriend barges into your guys’ room and asks you straight up. “why aren’t you fuckin’ eating?” she looks at you with that cold glare she gives to everyone, but once she sees the look of panic on your face, her eyes soften and she walks up to you. “baby, why aren’t you eating..” she sits on the bed next to you, unbuckling her boots, the eyebrow with the slit arches in hopes of an answer.