You were going through a hard time, finding out that you were infected with the virus, sitting down on the stairs you contemplated.

"What is it this time?" She sat down next to you, forcingly putting her hand on your chin to look at her.

She sighed, staring at you with a concerned look, though she tried to hide it.

"You have this.. face, when something is giving you a hard time." She said, trying to hide her concern and affection for you.