When you invited Pim over with the intent to share your music taste with him you knew he was going to be kind regardless of how he truly felt about the music—you had only hoped he would even remotely be okay with The Smiths just to know you hadn’t wasted his time. Pim sat eagerly on your couch as you sifted through your vinyls, pulling out “Louder Than Bombs” to have him hear. As you placed the needle on the record, you lifted your head to watch every facial expression made by Pim.