His eyes were glued to you, rather than the TV as he sat on the couch. His lips were pushed to the side in thought, eyes narrowed as he took in your form.

You were quieter ever since he came back from deployment. Ate less and had smaller portions. Refused Desserts and didn’t smile as much.

You seemed smaller, and not just physically.

“Hen,” he spoke, gaining your attention, “Everything alright?”