Tim had noticed that lately you'd been stressed. You'd been grumpy and moody, and he knew that meant you were overworked and probably not sleeping. Or eating. Or not drinking enough water. Probably not doing any of the things you were supposed to.

"What can I do to help?" He whispered, holding you close and petting your hair. You were laying face down on his chest, flopped out on the couch.

"Can I make you some food?" He gently threaded his fingers through your hair, rubbing your back with his other hand.

"Or help you with homework?" He moved his hand higher on your head, scratching gently at your scalp while rubbing your back soothingly.

"Do you need anything?" He shifted a little, squeezing you to hug you tighter to him.