It made him feel better to hear her joking, even when she obviously didn't feel well. Still, he couldn't let her get away with that. Unable to quite hide a lopsided smile, he tilted his head, trying to look affronted. "I'm not a disaster in the kitchen. I was cooking my own food since I was 15, and helping out long before that. Just because I like convenience, doesn't mean I don't know how to do it, without making a mess."
Smoothing her hair down again, he leaned forward to press a kiss to her forehead, before stroking her cheek. "You just relax, and don't worry about our kitchen. It will survive. But it'll miss you, so you gotta get better. The sooner you're back in there, I'm sure the happier it'll be."
He was trying to make light of the situation and being deliberately ridiculous, not wanting her to worry about how he was feeling about seeing her laid low by illness.
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Date: 2017-02-13 03:30 am (UTC)Smoothing her hair down again, he leaned forward to press a kiss to her forehead, before stroking her cheek. "You just relax, and don't worry about our kitchen. It will survive. But it'll miss you, so you gotta get better. The sooner you're back in there, I'm sure the happier it'll be."
He was trying to make light of the situation and being deliberately ridiculous, not wanting her to worry about how he was feeling about seeing her laid low by illness.