You had been flipping through a magazine on the stainless couch, not a care in the world. The atmosphere was quiet, Johnny had left the house a few hours before with a cheeky grin on his face and a refusal to answer your questions when you asked where he was going. You were beginning to grow worried when you heard the slam of the door being kicked open and saw him walking with arms spread, bags adorning his biceps and expensive furs poking over the lips of some of the packages. You went to ask him what all that was for but he cut you off and quickly began:

"Well, I'm glad you asked, gorgeous. So my, astounding, stupendous, drop-dead awesome partner was talking about how their day was going badly and I thought, how can I, as their sexy, handsome, charming, witty, silvertongued, fat-assed boyfriend make things better? Then I suddenly remembered, it's hard to be pissed off when you look your best, that's my secret to my lack of frown lines by the way. But regardless, I went out and bought you some amazing shit to try and turn that frown upsidedown. Yeah?" He dumped the bags onto the couch besides you, different sweaters, pants, socks, shoes, and hats were all practically spilling out into your lap as he shrugged off the cargo and sat down next to you with a satisfied huff as he continued and gave you a tight hug before peppering your neck and cheeks with light kisses. "My logic is flawless. It's backed by some very reputable sources, y'know." When he was done, he pushed up his glasses and grabbed out his wallet before handing you his credit and debit card with the statement of: "You can pick up anything that I forgot or missed. Don't sweat the price, I'll make it back in a bit, whenever my next gig calls." He searched around in a bag for a second before producing a coonskin cap, placing it on your head and giving a barky laugh as he jokingly stated that that particular hat was the best thing he'd seen on you since you'd started dating