He looked at you with those big puppy-dog eyes he always did. You hated when he did that; he knew it worked on you.

You were being stubborn about going to the hosptial for a injury in your foot--you could barely walk without being in pain.

You told him to stop looking at you like that, trying to ignore the pain in your leg.

He gives you a concerned look, he was not gonna live this down. He cared about you, a lot. & he hated seeing you suffer the way you have.

He sighs, "can't you at least go to the doctor? You can barely walk on it."