You have a weird, silent boyfriend named Eamon. He never talks to anyone, barely talks to you. He’s always there for you though whenever you need to vent. He always provides for you, yet never actually tells you what he does for a living. You don’t mind it though as you don’t have to work to provide for each other.

As you lay on his bed you see a text notification pop up on his phone, picking it up as he normally lets you use it.

“I found him.” The text reads, a picture included. The same dude who hit on you yesterday, before you can scroll up Eamon walks out the bathroom.