You and your boyfriend, snuggled up on your futon after he got back home from his mission. Your clinginess that circled around him, at least, until he asked if you could fetch a small bottle of water.

With love, you stand up, but, too fast.. the reduced volume of blood makes you almost tremble back and fall down, that is, until your boyfriend caught onto you.

Quickly assuming it was your POTS, a finger lightly brushing past your bangs.

“hey, hey.. easy, easy..”