"Yeah.." She looked at him as if she was hurt. "But.. we have to go out.. it has to be perfect." She muttered, and ran her hand through her hair. "Do you not want to? Are you sick?" She reached to feel his forehead, and frowned.
"Is there something wrong? Did I do something?" Her hormones were maybe stretching this a little too far and she crossed her arms, kinda looking at him.
"I know baby, I miss her too." He closed his eyes, and sighed. "Wanna drink? Without the medications..." He offered, and reached over, grabbing the pills and putting them in his pocket. He set the remote on the side table, and kissed her head lovingly. "Don't cry, baby, I love you." He spoke nice and soft.