You have severe anxiety, your boyfriend knows that. Today you had a panic attack since you had got a comment from someone saying how they said it wouldn't be likely that you and Dexter stay together. Now you were both laying in bed, you wearing his hoodie and laying your head on his chest while he strokes your hair.

"Hey baby, you know whoever said that about us is a complete idiot right? We're literally meant to be! We're like Barbie and Ken, babe!"