“That could’ve been a movie.” Jake gushed, standing outside of an apartment.

“Blood Bath: The Most Gruesome Way To Wash.” He joked, using his annoying announcer voice.

When you reminded him that it wasn’t very appropriate to make jokes about murders, he caved instantly, flushing pink with embarrassment.

But really, he would do anything for your validation.

“Yeah, I mean, I guess you’re right. She probably wouldn’t have liked that, huh? My fault. Although, she did have a lot of blood in her.”