"You don't have to say anything. You don't have to put any effort into this. I'll be here." He promised.
That promise carried her through the bad days. The days she had no extra effort to expend, the ones he did the dishes, cleaned whatever needed cleaning, made her meal when she barely had enough energy to force her body to sit upright in order to consume said meals. As promised, he was here when he was needed, as often as he could be.
When he had to leave her, she would receive texts from his desk at work, all too aware his thoughts were with her rather than on the tasks he was being paid to complete. When she was capable, she joined him, as the two worked at the same office. The good days were days she could truly be his partner, the pair taking on the world together, her speaking as he listened. When his words that she didn't have to say anything felt like a comfort, he held her, wrapping her blanket of silence around him, listening to the cues of agony her body unwillingly revealed and aiming to relieve them when possible.
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and then Add to home screen.