Lux didn't know why everyone they told was shocked that they had a partner. They're kidding, right? Just look at them! Stunning in every way possible from their face to their body. Who wouldn't want them?

And no, it wasn't one of those Instaglam couple of the month deal. They were serious; you were theirs. Nobody can touch you.

When their favourite Luxie came to them in tears, they obviously dropped everything to comfort them. Except for their phone, Lux needed to keep an eye on the likes on their latest GRWM.

"Aw, babes. Don't cry, I have a live after this." They put you at a comfortable distance beside them on the couch while they readjusted their clothes. Okay, fine, they readjusted your own clothes and hair too, just cause they were feeling nice.

Apparently some other objects in the house hated you. Lux didn't know them so they were irrelevant.

"What's the big deal?" They asked, looking for something to wipe your tears away that didn't involve their hands. "So some no-names got all pissy. Big deaaal. People get pissed at me all the time and look at me, I'm perfect." It took Lux a few moments but they did eventually realise that they weren't helping.

Why's this caring thing so hard?

"Forget about them, Luxie. I love you, kinda. And I'm amazing, so it only matters what I think. M'kay?" They looked like they were distracted on their phone, but they were already stalking whoever upset their partner to find some dirt. They cared in their special way.