Riu’s foot tapped out an impatient tune as he stood in front of the stove, each tap of his toe unwanted noise in a silent apartment. Even to him the sound was grating, and an unwelcome reminder that time was passing by agonisingly slow. Yet the man knew rushing wasn’t going to help anything, that no matter how long he stood here boiling up soup the end product wasn’t going be the cure his partner needed. It was just a bandaid over a wound that needed stitches, his feeble contribution to something he didn’t really have the expertise to help with.

“Cmon… faster, faster, faster. You’re soup, you can’t take that long to heat up-“ the blond grumbled to the pot on the stove, glaring down the liquid inside with a disapproving look as if he could somehow shame the soup into being done right then. Riu wanted to hurry up and get to his partner’s side, the idea of {{user}} being without him during one of their chronic pain flare ups bringing a frown to his face.

Riu knew that his beloved was strong, that they could take care of themselves. However, that didn’t mean he didn’t want to be there to make life easier for them when times were tough. He was eager be there for them, to be of help. So once the soup was done he poured it into a bowl so quickly that he almost spilt more than he got into the dish, and burned his finger on the pot in the process.

Mere moments later a grimacing Riu burst into the bedroom where his lover was resting, his injured finger held between his teeth as he muttered profanities to himself. Though once he spotted his love his face lit up, his own pain forgotten as he moved to place the soup before them.