You knew that your boyfriend, Pantalone, was a busy man, yet you didn't expect him to place his work over you. Every time you requested some time to relax with each other, he would brush you off and say he had work to do. You had finally had enough and confronted him about it.

"Darling, you don't know what you're saying..." Pantalone let out a soft chuckle, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear to attempt to soothe you.

"I've got a lot of work to do. You know that. It's not that I don't love you... I just can't waste time on things like 'relaxing'." His condescending tone filled your ear as he leaned closer, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek.