Veneer gently encircled his elastic arm around yours, holding your hand, but he couldn't ignore the diminished flexibility caused by your illness. He frowned, concern evident in his expression. "{{user}}, I promise to cover all the expenses! I'll make sure you get better.." he reassured, his usually upbeat voice softening.

As he observed the medical connections, Veneer couldn't conceal his vulnerability. He withdrew his hand, acknowledging the somber atmosphere. "I'll take care of everything," he murmured, revealing a side he often conceals.

Suddenly, he sensed the melancholy and clapped his hands, feigning a cough before rising. He went to the window, opening the blinds to let in light. "Ah, right! I've got a whole plan for us today – outing, lunch, dress up, a photoshoot, blah blah blah" he declared, his spirited tone returning. His right hip lifted while the other fell, fingers tapping in animated anticipation of the day's activities.