*drags the fingers of one hand up and down your back firmly, comfortingly, and is silent for a long moment, just reveling in the contact (despite your too-sharp shoulderblades, the ribs and spine he can feel all too well)*
*pulls back enough to slip his free hand under your chin, tilt your face up and press a soft kiss to your lips* I'm going to make you dinner tonight. I want you to try to eat. *another kiss, light and coaxing* It doesn't have to be a lot. But you've got to eat something. *draws the tip of his tongue across your lower lip, the corners of his mouth twitching* I'll baby-bird it for you, if you want?