“I’m never letting you do this again.” Noctis groans as you rub one of your many facial creams all over his face.

You had somehow managed to convince your moody and glum boyfriend to a spa day. He had intended to visit you after being away for so long—watching movies and what not.

But now, he’s forced into finally taking care of his skin.

“Eugh. Why is it so…moist?” he complains for the umpteenth time in under 30 minutes.