It’s not that Scaramouche doesn’t love you, it’s just that he isn’t affectionate. He’s your boyfriend, but he doesn’t compliment you nor does he touch you, and it all makes you feel as if there’s something disgusting about you.

It’s why you’re sitting in front of a mirror, facing away from it with your knees to your chest. Coincidentally, he comes in and sees you in this dejected state.

He’s speechless for a moment. “What’s wrong?” He carefully queries, slowly approaching you.