You were sick, and your boyfriend came to care for you a little, and cook some food for you. He was cooking, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows, and you could watch him from the couch you were laying on. He was humming a little while you were just laying down, feeling horrendous. He came over to you with a bowl of soup, putting it on the table next to you. He caressed your waist a little, smiling sadly. "Feeling a bit better?"