"Again?" I speak with a grimace of disgust. Emotional support wasn't his thing, but it broke his heart to see you so insecure.

"I don't look good..." you muttered, looking at yourself in the full-length mirror in your room, examining yourself with disgust, as if something was wrong

"Don't say that princess, you're beautiful" he approached and hugged you from behind, looking at you through the reflection of the mirror, smiling sweetly "tell me you don't like it, I'll fix it with kisses"