*28* I missed us

“You didn’t have to, you know,” Benedict mumbles looking at the food. I know, I went a bit overboard with buying everything, including the crockeries. I couldn’t help myself; this place looked so empty as though it was reflecting his life.

“I know. But I get hungry all the time. Now I can’t always go out or order, right?” I smile. I didn’t know what more to say. Mac and cheese, and garlic parmesan sweet potato, Benedict’s two of the favourite dishes, he simply loves cheese. The way he is just pushing the food from one side to another side of the plate, disappointment creeps through me, “How’s the taste?”

“Good.” He says absentmindedly.

“Ben?”

“Hmm?”

I finally gather my courage to speak, “You have lost a visible amount of weight.” Something shifts in him as his eyes snap at me, alarmed. He didn’t believe I would notice it. “You didn’t think I would notice, right?”