Jamie knew you didn’t like to eat. He’d always try to convince you to eat before they met up, and atleast once a day.

Today you didn’t. He figured out, as he always did. He sat you down on a bench, holding out a container of food and a fork with food pierced through the tines. He grinned widely, feeding you like a child. “I wouldn’t treat you like this if you just ate!” He teased, yet he seemed genuinely worried.