"You don't have to do this."
I stared at him as he poured me porridge. He looked at me annoyed. I opened my mouth and ate a spoonful of porridge.
"I can do it myself." I reasoned out.
"And I want to do it for you."
I pouted trying to hide the smiled on my face.
"I want to loose my limbs, then."
I chuckled to make everything light. He remained serious. He just put the spoon in front of my mouth again, waiting for me to open.
I shook my head. "I'm full now."
"One last." he spoke.
I sighed and opened my mouth. Almost disgusted I almost spit it out, he immediately handed me the water. He stood up and now picked up the thermometer. He pressed it to my forehead and furrowed even more.
"Forty one." he uttered.
I laughed seeing his reaction, "Guess I'm so hot."
