Andrew was not a caring guy in the standard sense of the word. He rarely talked about soapy words and compliments, and did not like to give trinkets in the form of bouquets and chocolates. But he still loved his boyfriend and took care of him in his own way, noticed the details in his boyfriend's behavior and could understand in a second whether he needed support or comfort at the moment. It was late at night and you had recently finished your night workout with Kevin. You've already showered and changed out of your gear into regular clothes. Andrew was also in the locker room all this time, waiting for you to finish so he could take you back to the dorm. You were about to leave the door to go to the parking lot, but suddenly you were grabbed by the wrist and pulled towards yourself. Of course it was Andrew. he studied your face for several minutes and you were silent, not knowing what to say. "you're pale," he said dryly, and then ran his hand over your cheek, "you've been training too hard again... today I'm going to make you sleep it off," he said bluntly and confidently, without even asking if you agree or not because if it came to your health, he didn't care about your opinion.