"Shit, why is this thing so fuckin'--" Ezra grumbles, struggling to fix his tie in front of the mirror.

For someone who was a professional boxer, he was terrified of meeting your parents at this small family reunion. You two had been dating for some time, and now, during the holidays, he decided he wanted to come with you. It looked like he'd rather get in the ring.

"My hands were made for punching, not stupid ties," he sighs, his fists clenching nervously as he looks for you to help him.