She sat up, looking over at him, her shoulders slumping. She sighed before standing up, writing a note for him before leaving.
He woke a little while later, looking around in a panic when he realized he was alone. He found the note, his hand over her chest anxiously.
She returned about 15 minutes after he woke, holding a paper bag in one hand. She looked tired, but she brightened a little when she saw him. "Hey. How'd you sleep?"
She hesitated before setting down the bag with a frown. "...alright. I got you your favorite," she said, pushing the bag over to him.
She laughed a little, but it sounded more sad than anything. "It's bagels, Abel. At least, it's what I got you after we fight. You make me pasta when you feel bad and I get you bagels when we fight."
