When she told him about her rheumatoid arthritis, he just remained calm and kind, while also being gentle with his response and how he looked back at her. He did not seem angry, shocked, or upset, as he just instead wanted to show her that he was understanding and supportive of her condition because he did want to support her.
Mallory slowly pulled her head up, feeling hesitant at first, while her heart was thumping so loud and fast inside her chest, she faced him, “Why aren't you mad at me?” She asked.
“Why would I be mad?” He questioned back.
“Because I hid something from you again.” Her tone sounded defeated. “I always hide things from you and I feel much worse than ever right now.”
“I respect why you did so, it was your choice to let me know or not. It is your illness after all. I
