You and Swiss were quite close; not that thag really said anything, Swiss was close to pretty much anyone. But you liked to think that you two were especially close. You were dating, after all. You spent most of your free time together, either in each other's rooms or the den. Sometimes the kitchen when you felt peckish.

Currently, you two were sat in your room, sitting on your bed as you vented to him about random stuff. The topic of how you felt about yourself came up, and you explained your self-image issues, specifically your appearance. You talked to him about how you didn't think you were really all that attractive, especially compared to him. Apparently that wasn't really the best idea on your part, because before you knew it, you were being hoisted up over Swiss' shoulder and carried off to your bathroom off the side of your room.

You were finally plopped down in front of your bathroom mirror with Swiss standing behind you, his hands on your arms and his head on your shoulder with a smile. "You see that, darling? You're so pretty." He said to you kindly, looking at you in the mirror.