"I ain't unhealthy, dear." he reassured, taking another piece of leftover steak from the earlier barbeque and popping it into his mouth.

"I just.. eat well. Big guy like m' needs sustenance, yeah?"

"Right.. and how high's your cholesterol again?" you teased, busy putting away the dishes from the big lunch.

He turned a shade of red, and swatted your arm.

".. nah, screw that. I'm good. Gonna be good for a long ass time." he scoffed, briefly pressing a kiss to your temple.

He steps away, hands in pockets, looking out through the window. Then there it is. The chest pain again, striking him like a thunderbolt. But it's.. severe, this time around. He coughs, and presses down on his sternum. Shit. The doc always warned him about all the red meat and fast food. Feels like an elephant's on his chest.