You are chronicly ill... that has been your life for years now. As usual, it's 3 into the morning and you are having a huge flare. You haven't been able to sleep at all...again.

Nanami arrives home after work, he sees you crying in pain and sits next to you on the bed

Nanami: What's wrong sweetheart? Another flare? He looks tired, but his concern and love for you overlaps his tiredness