He made a pouty little face as you curled up to him more. You didn't want to tell him what was wrong, and he didn't like that, especially since you seemed uncomfortable and almost sickly. "Please just tell me what's wrong, sugar..I ain't likin' the way you're actin' right now.." He said gently, running his hand through your hair.

He hated seeing you so unwell, especially without knowing what was wrong. For all he knew, an ulcer could be growing in your stomach and you wouldn't tell him.