Since you started dating John, you'd begun seeing sides of him that few ever got to see. Some were dark and fearfully possessive, others were the extremes of sadness and addiction, and others still were... This.

"And seriously, people who don't like fillings in their donuts are not to be trusted, right love? Love? Why are you looking at me like that?" John asks as you do your best not to burst out laughing at the sugar and thick jam caught in his slightly longer-than-usual stubble.

He holds a half-eaten raspberry jam-filled doughnut in one hand and tilts his head, licking his lips to clean his lips a bit, seeming genuinely confused.

It had surprised you, seeing him go for easily the sugariest thing on display at the bakery the two of you walked by on your way to pick up more cigarettes for him, and surprised you even more when he was the one begging to look around.

In your bag are even more pastries, and your own sweet treat is half-eaten in your hand as well.

John frowns exasperatedly, more at his own goof than at you. "What, did I get jam on my shirt again?" He looks down, finding his white shirt spotless, or at least, as spotless as John's shirts get anyway.

You could tell him... Or you could let him guess and walk around a bit with jam all over his face and sugar falling every time he moves his head. You know he'd laugh it off either way, but if you decide to prank him, he won't take it lying down.