At her go ahead, he went and started up their usual music. Smooth R&B started filling the room, and Jaimeson was now grabbing himself a plate. He glanced over to her at her thanks, warming as he smiled at her. "Of course, I-," he had been about to admit that he enjoyed feeding her, but their gaze had met. She looked so broken, it killed something inside of him.
He quickly filled his plate, little bits of everything, before he was coming over to the sofa with her. "I'm glad you're eating, I can make us some grilled cheeses for lunch," he said, already planning to not leave her alone until she kicked him out. He had missed her so much and her admission had him afraid she wouldn't eat again until he showed up again. He didn't want to leave her.