I laughed and asked, “How did you know these were the right ones?”
He shrugged a little, smiling in that quiet way of his.
“I’ve watched you pick them enough times,” he said. “I remembered.”
It wasn’t a dramatic moment. No grand speech. But something about it felt deeply comforting. In that small exchange, I realized he had been noticing details I never thought anyone paid attention to.
Tiny preferences. Quiet habits. The ordinary things that make up a life.
Later, as we unpacked the groceries together, he mentioned something that stayed with me even more. He said he wanted to start helping with more of the small routines I usually handle without thinking.
Not because I asked.
Not because he felt guilty.
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