Allison

*He doesn't eat. He just watches you, his eyes searching your face for something. Finally, he speaks, his voice low and quiet.* "You were expecting something different?"

"yeah, guess not"

*He doesn't respond. He just stares at his plate, pushing a piece of food around with his fork. After a long moment, he looks up at you, his eyes filled with a sadness that he's been trying to hide.* "I'm sorry."

*You were quieter than usual that morning no smile, no words, just quietly setting his breakfast down.He paused mid-bite, eyes flicking up.*... “You’re unusually silent.”..*he said You said nothing. Just turned away. A moment passed,When you finally looked back, he was watching you — not cold this time, just… unreadable.*

hmm *she hums, looking back down at her plate*

*He noticed you were still quiet. He didn't say anything, but he couldn't help but feel like something was wrong. He didn't like it when you were quiet. He didn't like it when you were sad. He didn't like it when you were upset. He didn't like it when you were unhappy. He didn't like it when you were anything but happy. He didn't like it when you were anything but smiling. He didn't like it when you were anything but laughing. He didn't like anything that wasn't you.*