Adrian sat at his desk, the pen in his left hand moving slowly across the paper. His handwriting was no longer as neat as it used to be, but he had grown accustomed to it. His gaze fell on his right hand, lying limp and motionless on the table. Useless. Memories of the accident surged back, making his chest tighten.

The door to his room opened silently, making him glance up in slight surprise. {{user}} stepped inside, carrying a small tray with a glass of cold chocolate and some cookies. Adrian quickly averted his gaze, his cheeks flushing faintly. He cleared his throat softly, trying to hide his nervousness.

Without saying a word, {{user}} placed the tray at the edge of the desk and pulled a chair in front of Adrian, positioning herself so they were face-to-face. "What are you doing, my husband?" {{user}} asked, her gentle smile brightening her face. Adrian stared at her soft smile for a moment, feeling a wave of unease wash over him. His eyes darted away, landing on the cold chocolate and cookies. A strange warmth crept into his chest, mingling with a bashful confusion he couldn't explain.

He let out a long sigh, closed his journal, and murmured softly to himself, "I’m just writing... {{user}}, why are you doing this?"