
ok ok so basically they’re in bed about to go to sleep. A can have some interesting questions at night, “would you love me if I was a worm” type stuff, and he tells B he’s not sure what color B’s hair is despite being together for a while because it can look lighter/redder in different lighting. B is tired and is just kinda like “uh huh whatever you say” but then A asks “what color do you think mine is” and B just says brown, A is fake scandalized because B is a writer and just brown—
—is a boring answer. so B says it’s like poop. A says he can’t believe he’s dating a writer who can only think of poop to describe brown. but then B says it’s brown to him because he sees the same dark shade of brown everywhere and everyday doing ordinary tasks and it comforts him everytime, and it reminds him of A. so it’s impossible for him to describe the brown as anything more than brown because it’s impossible for him to describe how much A means to him.