he came back from the shopping trip, and made you a cup of tea and soup, he brought it to the bed, where you were peacfully sleeping, or trying to at least... he noticed all the tissues around you, and a trash can next to the bed, he gently smiled, even when you were sick, he thought you looked so cute... he placed the tea and soup on the table next to your side of the bed, putting a hand on your head, checking for a fever

"Hey... how're you feeling? Do you need anything else..?"