Perhaps they were always there, waiting to be discovered, but she still credits him with their existence. The possibility of becoming something more doesn't matter if it never happens.

Ver is happy to be his pillow if that's what he wants. If he wants to be held while he eats, she can do that too. She'll pet his hair and kiss his forehead while he relaxes and count herself lucky for the opportunity. Cold tea and toast are no concern at all.

Kisses are happily returned, but afterward, she nudges his glasses down to get a look at his eyes. Is... oh gods, he's crying. That ain't good. "Honey, what is it? Does something hurt?"