She watched him with smiling eyes as he kissed her fingers, stood, and went to pour himself a cup of coffee.
It was a bit surprising, though, when his stomach let out a growl that could be mistaken for that of a dog’s. She knew that he was hungry, but she had no idea he was famished. Being unable to rouse yourself from sleep enough to satiate a basic bodily need was something Patience couldn’t wrap her mind around.
It sounded horrible.
“So you’d like me to go purchase groceries for you?” She asked, pushing in his chair by force of habit. Tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear, Patience tilted her head at the Sin. If he was that incapable of taking care of himself—and not by choice—then she would be happy to be the one to care for his needs.