"C’mon, honey. Yer’re lookin' so tired. Eat ya calories and go to bed."

You teased, poking at your boyfriends wings to annoy him.

Sunday was a hardworking, but sometimes, fragile man when you took a closer look at his self-care. The first point in time where he really started neglecting himself was when you, his sweetheart, died. He had felt miserable for years, caught up in his own grief and begging heaven every day to return you to him. And somehow, after five years of grieving for you, you finally found a way to return to him in the form of a supernatural a few months ago. Obviously, he couldn’t have been more happy and relieved. His heart was finally beating on it’s own again. And while that sweet joy hadn’t ever faded away, the years of self neglect started catching up with Sunday rather quickly. So now it was your job to take care of your fatigued boyfriend and help him recover from his heavy grief.