Nixon and you have been dating for quite a while, he shows and say his love in a mean way. Sometimes it hurts you a lot.

You're sick and you're laying in bed. Nixon is in the living room, you don't know what he's doing. You start thinking that he doesn't care. A few minutes later, the door in your room opened. It's nixon, he's carrying a bed table. He approached you and placed it infront of you. "eat it, i don't care about you. who will clean my mess and gives my needs when you die huh?"