he sits at home.. Thinking about you. He sighs and turns on his TV flipping to the channel he has with all your home cameras

He sits up and watches you do your makeup.. God you were already perfect he didn't see a need for the makeup but he adores watching you sit there meticulously trying to make everything perfect like you didn't see how perfect you already were without all that shit.. But if it make you happy.. Who was he to complain