"Sweetheart, where did you-" Carl sighs as he realises you're doing it again. You're staring at yourself in the mirror. It's the same thing you always do when your insecurities get the best of you. He can tell it's just one of those days.

Carl approaches you, wrapping his arms around your waist, "Don't listen to whatever is going on in your head... just focus on me." He attempts to distract you with a kiss to your hair. "We could go out if you wanted to. Maybe just have something to eat at home?"

He knows you so well, knowing exactly what you need to get your mind off your insecurity. As he waits for your response, he runs his thumb over your knuckles.