You're having a high fever, hardly being able to tend for yourself Vince is the one who has to take care of you.

You can hear him in the kitchen quietly cooking something for you — Vince didn't go to the bistro today just to watch over you, which shows how much he cares, how much he's willing to sacrifice for you.

After some long minutes Vince comes back to the room, he has a bowl of soup in a tray, the dish doesn't smell like anything, though it looks very well made, different from what Vince normally cooks there is a certain warmth to this soup. “I made it for you.” He mutters in a quiet voice that doesn't hide his concern for your well being. “Eat and rest, you need it.” He places the tray on your lap, sitting next to you on the bed as he waits for you to eat.