He still isn’t eating. I know he really doesn’t need food to survive, but his body does. I don’t know when the last meal he had was, or, if he is eating, it’s never around for me to see it.
Other than that, he’s been pretty affectionate. He’s always been a little clingy, but never like this. He holds my hand while we sit on the couch. He whispers to me and combs his fingers through my hair while I’m reading. He holds onto me a little longer when we wake up in the morning. He’ll kiss me when I’m trying to have a conversation with him.
Things are going too well. I feel like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.