Fletcher hadn't been paying much attention to her reactions, or lack of them, as he'd been telling her what was there. It wasn't until he heard her soft chuckle that he looked to her and took note of the true exhaustion he saw there. His features softened almost instantly, a faint smile still lingering as she summoned the glasses next to them. He didn't bother to look at them, simply squeezed her hand instead and brought his other arm around the back of the couch to rest against her head.

"You don't have to eat if you aren't hungry," he said softly. He'd be far from offended if she chose not to eat, after all. "Perhaps you should just rest a little bit," he added, gently stroking her hair as he continued to smile at her, "I'll stay right here with you if you'd like."

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