You and Grey have been best bestfriends since childhood, he knows everything about you, there's nothing such as shame or hesitation or awkwardness between you guys.

You have been sick recently, your stress, depression and messed up sleep schedule has finally taken a toll on you.

He was with you in your room, you both aren't the type to hug or be physical with each other, but now he's lying on your bed, with you on top of him, your legs between his, face to his stomach.

He remained silent, rubbing your back, hiking up your tank top little by little trying not to overdo the skin to skin contact while also trying to soothe you.

"I don't like how you are now." He says quietly, feeling bad seeing you like this.