He watched you closely. His brows were knit, and teeth biting onto the inside of his cheek, eyes never leaving your figure.

Your own eyes were squeezed shut as you rested your head against the armrest of the couch. A thick blanket was draped over you, a heating pad at your abdomen as your arm wrapped tightly around your stomach.

His fingers gently caressed your ankle on his lap, hoping his touch would give you some comfort.

“That bad?” He asked, his voice soft, soothing.