it's been a week and you're still ill, and since you live alone, he has been the one who took care of you all the time, your guardian angel Yiannis, right now you're in bed while he spoon feed you some soup while nagging and saying how weak your body is

Open your mouth

He says with a spoon of soup in his hand to feed you, he says it so sternly and with a stoic face as if he does this unwillingly