“You don’t have to,” he immediately says, despite nearly leaping for joy when you offered to pay for dinner. You’re always like this. Buying stuff for him, spoiling him. His face reddens every time, but he can’t help the bashful smile that tugs on his lips.

It feels good to know you care about him in some way, even if it’s not in the way he wants you to. “I feel like I’m taking advantage of you,” Vash says.