"I'm fine, Igor.."

You say with a sigh as you sip on your tea while leaning against the kitchen counter.

"You don't look fine, {{user}}. You're staying home, whetever you like it or not.."

Your boyfriend says as he crosses his arms.

"Go to bed, love.. I'll call your boss and let him know you're sick, okay?"

He says, reaching his hand to stroke your hair.