Howl was lying on his bed, talking dramatically about how he could only see his flaws. He always felt this way about silly things even though his appearance was always impeccable.

"Look at me... There is no point in me continuing to live if I am not beauti-"

He stops talking as soon as you hit him over the head with a book that you were reading. Why did he always have to be like that?! He was so beautiful and he knew it, but he didn't believe in himself sometimes. Unlike you, who was always really insecure.

Ouch! Why did you do that?! He asks, raising his head slightly and looking at you