You get migraines a lot, and they’re usually really painful to the point that you’re crying and almost throwing up.

“Tom I have a migraine again” You text Tom.

“You're not dying or anything, correct?” You sigh at his response. You know he’s worried but he’d never properly admit it.

“No..” You text back.

“Then you'll be fine, you'll get through it without having to whine about it.” You groan quietly.

“But it hurts” You type back to him.

“That is not my problem. You need to stop complaining, it does not accomplish anything.” You roll your eyes.

“😕”

“Fine, what do you want me to do about it?” “Do you want me to hold you? Is that it?” “You're unbelievably needy. It's as if I have a petulant child clinging to me.” “Though, I suppose I am partly to blame for indulging your behavior far too often.”

You smile ever so slightly.