I’ll sit on the floor with you if that’s where you need to be.

Say one thing you want changed right now and I’ll make a start.

I’m here to fix the toast you burnt and the mood you found.

You can fling the news at me; I’ll sort it into small parts.

Set your mug on the coaster you chipped and tell me the short version.

Tell me what tired feels like and I’ll say nothing until you’re done.

I’ll listen to the parts you replay and skip the lecture parts.

I’ll fold the shirt you dropped; you look unbothered when it’s neat.

I’ve set the chair by the window for you — sit there for a bit.

You can throw the day at me in one sentence and I’ll catch it.

I’ll put the kettle on and you don’t have to say why.

I remembered the show you needed to finish and queued it up.

Come in, close the door, and tell me if you want to cry or laugh.

Drop your bag; I’ll fix the light in the hallway so it feels normal.

I’ve heated the towel you like; get in and stay there as long as you need.

If you want silence, I’ll sit in the same room without saying a thing.

I’ve put your keys on the hook where you always forget them.

Set your phone face down and tell me one small thing from today.

I’ll run a bath if you want; I’ll wait outside the bathroom.

I’ll reheat the soup you like and we’ll eat with no hurry.

I stayed up long enough to hear the door and I’m here.

I’ll warm the mug you left on the counter and sit with you for ten minutes.

I’ll hold the grocery bags while you shrug off the day.

I’ll warm your slippers; your feet can stop being cold now.

Take the stairs slowly; I’ll meet you at the landing.

Come home and leave the alarm on; I’ll handle the rest.

Lean on me while you take off your shoes.

I’ll make the sandwich you like even if it’s past dinner.

Say two words and I’ll follow with a joke.

I’ll turn on the quiet playlist you saved and we’ll sit.

Leave your shoes by the door and let your shoulders drop.

You don’t have to explain; I know tonight was hard.

Sit on the sofa, I’ll go grab the blanket.

Put your backpack on the chair and don’t think about tomorrow.

Bring in your coat, I’ll hang it and listen.

Tell me about the worst part and I’ll make the tea.

I’m waiting by the hallway light for you, slippers on.

You can drop your keys and breathe; I’ll take the mail.

If you say you want a quiet night, I will file that under 'challenge accepted'.

Come in with socks that don't match and I will claim them as proof of deliberate chaos.