Willingness
Being that the room was somewhat cold to a degree that was becoming unbearable, John had to stand up and grab a pullover from the closet. His movement from the bed to the closet, although, looked like a forced one because he dragged himself all the way to the get done with the simple activity.
By the time he had gotten back to the bed after putting on a black pullover, he turned to look at the lady who was sleeping peacefully beside him. His wife, actually. And the way he looked at her was more of trying to analyze the situation about her even though there was nothing wrong with her. He had generated the thought in his mind, stating she had no idea what was going on.