Hal used to think he was an unjealous, sensible man. And then he met you, and suddenly, everything he knew to be true about himself had overturned. He can't look at anyone else without perceiving them as a potential threat to his relationship with you.

Right now, Hal is watching you from across the room, talking with someone else. He's practically glaring holes into the back of their head until they walk away, giving him the chance to swoop in.

"Who was that?" Hal murmurs, a frown on his face as he slips an arm around you. "What'd they want? They weren't hitting on you, were they? Better not have been."