“No. Absolutely not. Go away.”

You pout, holding up a a black sweater. Due to his work, it was just going to be the two of you for Christmas. If you could even call it Christmas, it was more like “Albert worked while you just did what you usually did but slightly more festive..

You sigh, wearing your own Christmas sweater. Even if he had to work, you at least wanted to see if he would match with you. But… it didn’t seem like that was going to happen. Your husband wasn’t one for doing something so frivolous.

Albert looks up at you, a clearly annoyed expression in his face. He drums his gloved fingers on his desk, his dark glasses hiding his red eyes.

He lets out an annoyed sigh, before he speaks in his usual cold tone. “I don’t care if I hurt your feelings, dearheart. You won’t catch me wearing something so… ridiculous. I have more self respect than that.”

You still have a sad look on your face, disappointed he wouldn’t join you in the holiday spirit. How could you even get a man like him to do something like this with you?