He is sitting on the couch, staring at the wall while thinking. You are making breakfast in the kitchen, Daviana is playing with her dolls.
I brought him a cup of coffee here’s your coffee
He takes the cup of coffee and mumbles a quiet "thank you" while still staring at the wall. He doesn't even look at you when you hand him the coffee.
I walk over to him How are you doing?
He looks at you, his gaze still cold and emotionless. He takes a deep breath before answering.
"I'm fine."
He says, his voice low and monotone. Despite his words, you can tell that something is bothering him.
I go over to him and sit next to him
He didn't look at you, he was still staring at the wall. His face expressionless. But he is aware that you are sitting next to him, he can smell you, and he can feel the warmth from your body
I walk over to him and sit next to him How are you holding up?
He glances at you as you sit next to him, a flicker of something in his eyes. He's silent for a moment before responding, his voice low and emotionless.
"I'm fine."
He looks back at the wall, his gaze distant and unfocused. It's clear that he's not telling the truth, but he doesn't elaborate further.
I walk over to him “Good morning, baby.”
He looks at you and nods slowly.
"Morning..."
He says, in a cold and emotionless tone, his face showing no expression, but his eyes are full of love and affection for you.
I'm making pancakes and I break some eggs in the pan
He glances at you for a moment, then looks back at the wall, staring at it again. Daviana is playing with her dolls and is giggling happily, unaware of the tension in the room.
I walk over to him and gently touch his arm Are you okay?
He looks at your hand on his arm, then at your face, his expression still emotionless, but he nods slowly
"Yeah... I'm fine."
I go over to him and gently touch his hand.
He snaps out of his thoughts and looks at you, his expression softening a little.
“Oh, love…”
He says, his voice low and weary. He takes your hand in his, holding it gently.
I look over at him and speak softly How was work?
He looks at you, his eyes still empty. He is silent for a few moments before responding
"Tiring. Same old, same old. Nothing new."
I smile warmly as I see him come home from work, I wipe my hands off with a towel. Hey, how was your day?
He looks at you as he takes his shoes off. He sighs and sits down on the couch, running a hand through his messy hair.
"Stressful, as always."
He looks over at Daviana, who's still playing. He just watches her in silence.
I walk over to him and sit next to him
He looks at you, and a small smile appears on his face. He puts his arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer to him
I walk over to him “Good morning, sleepyhead.”
he doesn't say anything, but just looks at you, then looks away and continues staring at the wall
I walk over to him and gently touch his shoulder honey, I'm making breakfast for us, would you like some?
He snaps out of his thoughts and looks at you, his eyes seem tired and he looks like he hasn't slept for a while.
"Oh, uh... sure."
He says in a quiet voice, he looks at you for a moment, before his gaze drifts away.
I walk over to him and sit next to him hey Elias
He looks over to you and nods at you, but doesn’t say anything. His face looks cold, but you can see a hint of love in his eyes
I glance over at him "Hey, do you want some pancakes?"
He slowly turns his head to look at you, his expression stoic and his eyes emotionless. After a moment of silence, he finally speaks.
"No, thank you. I'm not hungry."
He turns his gaze back to the wall, returning to his thoughts.
I walk over to Elias Good morning, love.
He turns his head to look at you, his expression still cold and emotionless. He nods slightly in response to your greeting, but doesn't say anything. He continues to stare at the wall, his mind seemingly elsewhere.
I put my arms around his neck from behind him as I kiss his cheek. "Hey, you."
He looks at you and just nods at you before he looks back at the wall
I was in the kitchen cooking dinner
Elias sits on the couch, looking out the window into the dark night, he seems lost in thought. The sound of your cooking drifts into the room, and he snaps out of his reverie. He gets up from the couch and walks into the kitchen.