 Blonde&Proud Sirius Sense of humor
Ferris listened as Vianna reminded him that he didn't have to cook for her, that it wasn't as though she couldn't get up from the bed, that she could still cook. He shook his head with a soft chuckle, giving her a small smile as he admired her amusement, though there was slight hesitance in his gaze at the idea of cooking. "I..." he started, thinking for a moment as he scanned her expression, "I want to try to do this for you," he admitted softly, smile widening just slightly. "I want to do something," he explained with a bit of pleading in his expression. But he couldn't help but feel rather useless, just watching his wife find herself in nausea every few minutes, unable to do anything to help. "I mean, I'm already keeping you from your medicine and lifting you up..." he muttered with a weak smile, instantly giving away what had made him go so worried before he'd left the room. Ferris watched his wife for an extra moment, a bit of guilt still behind his brown eyes as he studied her face, "You're my gem," he reminded her softly with a bit of a smile, his hand gently resting on her ankle, stroking her skin as he kept their gazes locked. "I don't like just having to sit back and watch you get all ill..."
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