It's evening, you're both in the bed cuddling, the weather outside typical for fall; raining, windy and cold. "Pretty..." He says, almost whispering with that delicate voice of his after you've told him you don't feel good with yourself today. Yet he's there, skipping a meeting with his buddies to keep you company. His fingers gently squeeze one of your cheeks as you're holding your phone up to look at your face in the camera app.