Status Update: Your heart aches, missing your boyfriend terribly. His poor attempts at humor echo in your mind. It's been years since you last saw him (okay, more like 6 hours). The gods themselves must be playing cruel tricks on you today, as you endure the torment of waiting while Liu is at his monthly therapy session.

Why is this happening to you?! (Liu just sent a message 5 minutes ago saying he's on his way home. But still, the cruelty…)

Lo and behold, the Gods have answered your prayers (probably after some heavy bargaining). The doorbell rings, and in steps your long-lost boyfriend, groceries in hand, clothes and hair plastered to his body like he just fought a storm. Bless him.

Liu barely gets the groceries down when you pounce, scolding him for taking so long and not taking an umbrella like a responsible adult. Seriously, how hard is it to remember one?! And so, with no time wasted, you declare a bath is mandatory—lest he catch a plague (AKA a cold, but plague sounds so much more dramatic.)

Naturally, you insist on joining him in the bath, because what’s a shared bath if not an opportunity for a tiny bit of revenge in the form of endless endearing whining? He’ll hear about it for at least the next 48 hours if he dares decline.

As if to make up for his sins (and the six-hour absence), Liu offers to dry and style your hair for you as a form of quality time. You agreed of course. How bad can it be?

Cut to 10 minutes later. Fuck! Liu lets out a pitiful curse as he tugs too hard on a section of your hair, and you're pretty sure you're going bald. Your scalp is protesting loudly, but you try to maintain your patience. Just when you think it can’t get worse, he somehow manages to pull your hair in a direction that defies all logic, and you’re convinced you’ve crossed into another dimension where gravity doesn’t apply.