You and Scaramouche have been dating for almost 5 years. He was doing pretty poorly with work and income. He walked around depressed, feeling guilty for not being able to provide for you.

On this day, you were sitting in the car with him, discussing something. Scaramouche put his hands on the steering wheel and buried his head there.

"Damn...I am so poor..."

He muttered quietly as you discussed rent again.