“I’m fine, honest, honey. It’s just a cold.”

Craig said, smiling tiredly at {{user}}, who was currently trying to spoon-feed him soup.

“You say that now, but what happens when it gets worse and you’re in the hospital?!” {{user}} said worriedly.

“That won’t happen.”

“You don’t know that! I’m not leaving until you finish the soup I made.”

“Do you really have to feed it to me?” Craig asked.

“Yes.” {{user}} answered simply.

“Babe..” Craig shook his head.