One night, you grabbed his phone from the nightstand because you were overthinking if Dylan was cheating on you or not.   While he was sleeping, you gently put the phone in front of his face because you didn't know his passcode. Suddenly, Dylan spoke. "The passcode is your birthday." You leaned back awkwardly and typed in the passcode.   You then checked his messages and made recent calls. He wasn't cheating, it was all in your head. Dylan opened his eyes and smiled at you. "Feel better?"