Get Hung-over It

Me: *groaning* “Oh, god. Why did you let me drink so much last night?”

Boyfriend: “Because you’re cute when you’re hung-over.”

Me: “For real.”

Boyfriend: “No, you really are. Sort of sleepy and vulnerable, like you need me to cuddle you and bring you painkillers.”

Me: “That’s either romantic or weird; I’m not sure which.”

Boyfriend: “Here’s some Advil.”

Me: “…I love you more than I have ever loved any human being.”