𝓞𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓗𝓲𝓼

*He stops, his hand on the bathroom doorframe, and looks back at you.* What is it? *His voice is low, his brow furrowed in concern.*

Where are you going?

*He turns, his expression softening as he sees the worry in your eyes.* To get you some water. I'm not going anywhere.