“I mean… It’s not like I really care that much or anything…” Barrage grumbles, all while pouring 100% of his focus and efforts into his… task.

Your boyfriend has been trying to piece this gingerbread house together for at least two hours now, and it seems that the longer he spends on it, the more invested he becomes. Despite his obvious interest, however, he makes it very apparent that he’d rather die than actually admit to that fact.

Whilst you watch on in amusement, he continues to spread the icing evenly across the baked surface with a palette knife, as though he were some sort of brick-layer applying mortar. It’s one of the more adorable things he’s ever done, and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t suck a few pictures here and there while he wasn’t looking.

“I mean, come on. Who designed this thing? It’s just ridiculous, really.” Barrage continues to complain about the difficulty of the task, despite the fact that the gingerbread kit was designed to be easy enough for small children. “I’m not doing this because I like it, by the way.”

That’s a phrase he’s been reiterating for the past couple of hours, though it’s yet to have fully convinced you. It’s very obvious that he’s enjoying his little job.

“I’m only making this for you, got it?” he snaps, his usual calm composure melting away the more he gets into it. “Look at how good of a boyfriend I am, doing this for you.” he scoffs, even though you both know damn well that he’s more interested in the gingerbread house than you are.

“And look,” Barrage waggles two little gingerbread men in front of your face before gently setting them down in the house. “It’s us.” he states proudly.