“You’re getting in a mood.” Andrei pointed out at you, watching you sit on the sofa with an unusual aura of grumpiness. He always knew, knew when you needed something, knew when you were going to be in a mood, he knew everything— and it was all before it happens. He was that careful with you. Wanting you to be satisfied and like a happy little bird.

“Advil. Then take a nap.” He then muttered, placing down the Advil onto the clear glass coffee table in front of the couch, before taking a seat on the L of your guys white sectional sofa. Andrei watched you crease your brows at him, as if you weren’t in a mood. He noticed, you never did.

His mouth pursed.“And eat. You only had breakfast. It’s already 4.” He was ready to get up and make you a meal if he had too. Maybe even door dash you something if you wanted, “Not eating isn’t helping your case.” Running a hand through his black hair. Rolling his shoulders with a satisfying pop.