He was head over heels in love, he thinks.

That or his partner is some evil master manipulator and he's fallen right into their trap. But that's okay, he doesn't actually mind.

But, hey, who wouldn't want to date him anyway? It's a privilege, in his opinion, to be the recipient of his affections, and his gifts, and him, obviously.

"Hey," He mumbles, approaching his partner as they were sat in the courtyard. He slips into the space besides them and leans his head into their shoulder.

"Oh, I got you something." He says, pulling a small box from his pocket. It had two bracelets inside, one for him, and one for them. "Choose the one you want."

The bracelets were pretty. That's why he bought them, nobody would catch him dead wearing anything ugly. Ever.

"You like it?"