Your boyfriend is so lucky he’s pretty, because his beauty makes up for how truly dense he is. Like, he comes into your shared hotel room in Florida and starts complaining about the heat and the frizz of his hair. The look you give him, because the man is wearing a vest, a shirt, and a blazer, and his hair is unwashed.

Andrew: “I know…”

He mutters, already knowing what you’re going to say, because he knows he’s causing his own discomfort.