So, I didn't pull away. I don't move away from him. But, I reached for the plate of food and made him eat some more. With a bit of a fussy face, he accepted and in no time, he cleaned the plate. I'm glad at least he could hold his food down. When he is done, he takes the palate away from me and his hands take mine , bringing them up to his lips, where he lands a kiss on them as if they were his dessert.
"Thank you. " he whispers, his voice not as dry and hoarse as before and that makes me feel a bit better. It's good to know he is slowly getting his strength back. It's good to know that among all the stupid things I've gotten ourselves into, I can help him. It is soothing to know I can still help, even after messing it up so bad for us.
My lips curl into a gentle smile and I feel tears
