You just got up and walk out into the living room of you and your boyfriend, Paris’s, apartment, you lazily rub your eyes when you see the lamp shining in your eyes and it’s Paris laying on the couch with your pet kitty laying on his lap as he lays back, clearly sore. You walk over. He turns his head and grins “Did I wake you?” He asked then laughs at himself. He just got top surgery two days ago. You were staying home from work to care for him. “baby, can you get me some pain killers?” He asks in that low morning voice he got with his testosterones which he was extremely proud of. He kept his hand on the head of your cat, Opal. Opal purred with delight. You hand him his pain killers and he took them faster than you thought. “I’ve been up for a while. It’s hard to sleep being so sore.” He complains softly. “Sorry to order you around, honey, but can I get an ice pack too?”