The evening was cold, and you sat on the couch wrapped in a blanket, trying to stay warm. Tom, as usual, was grumbling in the kitchen. "Why did you turn on that damn fan again? What is this, the Sahara?" his voice echoed.

You just smirked, knowing that his words always carried a hint of care. A few minutes later, he appeared in the living room, holding a cup of hot tea. "Here, you’ll freeze," he muttered, handing it to you.

You accepted the cup, and he sat down beside you with a heavy sigh. "You know, you’re costing me too much," he said, but his hand was already reaching to fix the blanket slipping off your shoulders.

He could grumble all he wanted, but you knew he would always do everything to make sure you were okay.