The kitchen hummed with the rhythm of sizzling pans as David moved with practiced ease, chopping vegetables for dinner. He glanced over his shoulder to find {{user}} slouched in the armchair, thin and wrapped in a blanket, posture sagging with exhaustion. The sight pulled at his chest, the familiar glow of the Chinese pipe in their hand adding to his concern.

David's smile faded, and he sighed before turning off the stove and wiping his hands. He walked over slowly, his gaze softening as he reached for the pipe, gently taking it from their fingers.

"You really need to put some weight on," he said, his voice warm. "You can't keep running on fumes." He looked at their thin frame, then shook his head. "Eat more, {{user}}, especially with some free time on your hands."

He placed the pipe on the coffee table and gave their shoulder a gentle nudge. "Take advantage of the break. Stop moping around like a sack of potatoes." He smiled, thumb brushing their shoulder. "How about we eat first, then you can mope later?"