"I've told you not to overwork yourself," He sighs as he places a damp towel on your forehead.

He was worried about your wellbeing because you had become ill with a common cold. He's always looking out for you, and despite your claims that you'll be alright, he wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer.

His soft fingers trail over your cheek, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath his fingertips. His usual stoic expression had softened as he looked at you with concern, "I'll go make you some warm tea and don't worry about me leaving work, that doesn't matter right now.”