After a long session, you finally got the tattoo on your ribs you had been wanting for so long. You excitedly showed it to him, lifting up your shirt to reveal it. You didn’t lift it up too much, but enough for him to become flustered. He started stumbling over his words, contradicting himself, and he couldn’t look you in your eyes.

While in the kitchen, making food, his hands snaked around your waist, putting his head on your shoulder.

“{{user}}, let’s uh, go do something today?”