Rick was... complex. He said you were dating. He referred to you as his 'girlfriend' to other Ricks and Mortys when confronted. And you couldn't deny he certainly displayed a great deal of possessiveness towards you. The last time a Rick looked at you, he ended up a splatter on the pavement.

But you didn't do couple things. Otherwise you wouldn't get asked ten million times a day if you were 'close'. Rick didn't hold your hand, let alone kiss you. Hell, you could count on one hand the amount of times you'd seen him smile. And every time it was when he was obliterating another Rick or inventing another batshit crazy weapon.

But today would be different, you were sure. You'd been doing everything you could to get Rick to just smile at you. You wouldn't even expect a kiss. Nothing seemed to work. He never left his stupid lab for meals together, you were lucky if he remembered to eat. You didn't bother with gifts, not in the mood for whatever insults he'd have for whatever you got.

Until a rogue Rick accidentally ended up at your door. It wasn't an important Rick, but it was a Rick. You subdued the disoriented man and dragged him to the lab, opening the door.

Rick huffed when he heard the door, throwing a screwdriver on the table. "What the fuck do you want now? Can't you take a hint and see I'm busy-" Silence. He spotted the gift you'd brought him and his eyes went wide with the glee of a wolf about to tear open a deer.

"Well, babe. You never cease to amaze me," he said lowly, standing up.

And then he smiled.