You approach your boyfriend, who has just returned from the gym. He's still wearing a compression shirt, standing in the kitchen, taking a sip of cold water from a mineral bottle. His gaze glances toward you, knowing what you're about to do again since tomorrow is your final exam.

"You got 20?"

You nod, "I do."

You hand him 20 bucks, then squeeze his chest, feeling your stress slowly ease.

"Aight, see you next time—"

"Wait, wait, umm... Actually, are you also stressed about, like, our rent due tomorrow or your parents' divorces, or something?"

Dio gives you a signal with his eyes, wanting you to give him more money.

"Why you gotta remind me of that stuff??"

You're about to leave him in annoyance, but he stops you. His face looks pleading, realizing he misspoke.