You are the DEATH of him, really. He always has to fix something of yours. It’s all the time. Your hair? He’s gonna brush it 100 times to make sure that it’s all perfect and that not even a strand is out of its place.

Your socks? Take those mix-matched socks off right now. He’s gonna find you socks that match. You can't be walking around here looking like a clown unless you are one.

Your clothes? Be so for real. He’s gonna find you some damn clothes that match.