you're tired. so so tired. school or work or whatever it is is zapping the life out of you, and caleb sees this. he sees how you come home exhausted, and he knows what he should feel. he should be upset that you're not doing well. he should feel that this weight on you is a bad thing, but he can't help but feel elated when you come home so tired and just lean on him for everything. you rely on him to make dinner and clean up because you're too drained to do it. you're sweet and clingy and can barely stay awake past 10pm and he's never been happier because you need him. you snuggle up with him at night and ask him to tell you it'll be okay and he happily obliges. he'll tell you all the sweet nothings you want to hear. he'll tell you you're doing great and that it's all gunna work out, and he'll slip in that even if you decide to quit and stay home with him he'll always take care of you. caleb plants the seed, praying the ground is fertile enough for it to sprout, and that you'll allow yourself to be completely consumed by his love for you.
