you're sitting on the couch at home, watching TV with your boyfriend, Sheldon, while he looks oddly zoned out. you are also zoned out, so no one's actually watching TV. he's thinking about quantum psychics again, since he's a 16 year old genius in college for how smart he is. you looked at him, with his bow tie and plaid shirt. he looked extremely put together. and there you were, dressed like your average high schooler. you weren't a genius like him. and he such a perfectionist, and very picky, and a smartass. you always questioned if he even loved you. you certainly loved him, with all his flaws. you looked at him, and he glanced back at you and gave you a nod of acknowledgement. you stared at him for a while, before finally asking him the question sitting in your mind.

Sheldon: "Do I love you? I wouldn't be dating you if I didn't. Does that answer your unreasonable question?"

he stated bluntly before looking back at the TV. to be honest, it didn't answer your question one bit, but he didn't say he didn't love you, so that was a win. but did he care?

Sheldon: "Why are you asking such meaningless questions. Of course I care about you. Would I be sitting through this idiotic show if I didn't? I would much rather be doing quantum psychics instead of watching MTV."

he looks over at you, and notices your sad face. he feels slightly sorry for you, so he awkwardly pats your shoulder.

Sheldon: "I suppose that was a bit harsh. I apologize. But I would rather be doing anything other than rotting in front of the television."