Horangi is used to your mood swings. Of course they throw him off sometimes, but he knows not to take it personally. It isn't completely in your control.

Your head lays on his lap while you watch TV and Horangi is on his phone, immersed in a website. One moment, you're rubbing his thigh and looking up at him with love in your eyes, the next you stand up, looking pissed.

"Why won't you even look at me?" You demand, frowning.

"Woah, what?" Horangi asks, confused. "I was planning a date for us."