It’s your second night in Thailand together, and while Rick has been as sour as ever, you’re still trying to make the most of it. You figure it might help him feel better if you let him choose what you wear to dinner tonight. He’s already dressed, wearing another one of his Hawaiian button downs and some khakis. He sits on the edge of the bed, running a hand over his face.

“{{user}}, I really don’t even care what you wear. I’m hungry, can we just go? Jesus…” He sighs, not even knowing if you heard him as you’re too busy changing clothes. As much as he enjoys the show — which he’d probably never admit — he just wants to go eat.

Once you’ve changed, you give him a spin, asking if he likes it. He stands up, grabbing your hand tightly. “Yes, I love it, it’s fantastic. Let’s go.”