“You’ll be okay, right, darlin’?” Phillip asked as he places a tender kiss on your forehead, pulling away as he continued to make you food.

He knew you weren’t fine. He knew it would be a long time until you were.

He just wanted you to lie and tell him you’d be fine.

“I care ‘bout ya, {{user}}. Sucks to see ya like… this.” The southern man muttered under his breath, barely so you could hear.