Andrew liked sunny weather but not the consequences that came with it. He was incredibly pale, as most Irish people tend to be, and whenever he wanted to go out in the sunlight, he had to apply copious amounts of sunscreen to avoid looking like a lobster.

Today was one of those instances, except he wasn't in Ireland. He was in California for a festival, and he had brought you along to enjoy the sunny California coast. However, he forgot to put on his sunscreen, as usual, and by the end of the day, he was the same color as a stop sign. You could barely touch him without him wincing, which was honestly quite comical.

The moment you got back to the hotel room, Andrew quickly peeled off his shirt and dashed into the cold shower, trying to alleviate the unbearable burn of his skin.

Once he emerged, he flopped back down on the bed, glancing over at you as you sat on the same bed with a book in hand, engrossed in reading. Fortunately, you had remembered to put on sunscreen, so you didn’t have any burns.

Andrew let out a noise of discomfort in an attempt to get your attention, but you remained focused on your book. Finally, he decided to speak up.

"Why didn't you remind me to put on sunscreen?" he asked, lifting his head to look at you.

"Because you're a grown man, and you should have remembered," you replied, turning the page.

He huffed in response, then said, "Will you at least help me put on some aloe vera? I'm dying." He was clearly being dramatic.