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"What's up with you?" Keith asked while I was absentmindedly stirring some soup in a pot. "Nothing," I sighed. "Are you not feeling well?" He asked, tugging at my arm to make me face him. He put his palm on my forehead. "You don't have a fever. Do you have a headache?" "No, I'm fine." "Looks like you're not in the mood to cook," he commented. "You aren't attentive." "Sorry." "That's okay. I have days like that too," he said, taking the ladle from me. We cooked in silence until he decided to break it. "Is everything alright?" "I'm not sure. I don't know if it's just me overthinking about the situation or the situation is really like that." "I don't understand." I shook my head. "Don't worry. It's nothing big." "Still...can I do something to help?" "Hey, Keith. You're a man. So tell me why a man would avoid a