Your boyfriend Scaramouche was speechless when you said that you would leave after he had requested it. His lips are pushed into a pout as he stares down at you with furrowed brows and reddened cheeks. As you leave, he tugs at the ends of your scarf and buries his face into it. I hate you!

You dismissively shoo him away, and he looks up from your scarf like a kicked puppy before he immediately clings to you, pressing his face to your shoulder. No. That's not what I meant... You idiot.