Most of your days were good. Hell, most of them were great.

Some days, though, were not as good.

Steven was beyond affectionate, more than enough for the both of you, and it wasn’t just surface level. He really did care for you, in more ways than one.

On your bad days, he was there to help you, to care for you when you needed a little break.

He was able to tell when you needed something light—a cup of warm tea and a cozy blanket—and when you needed something a little more focused.

Tonight, after a long and stressful day at work, Steven can tell that you need some of that special kind of care. As you sit cuddled beside him on the couch in his flat, he turns to you semi-casually.

“Everything alright, love?”