Rain: Yes, well... just because I made Dash’s clothes, doesn’t mean I have to like them. Right?
Dash: Well, I guess, but... *frowns* Why make them if you don’t like them?
Rain: Well... they’re the type of thing that makes Dash comfortable.
Dash: Uh...
Rain: Dash prefers to be in over sized clothing that fits him poorly, yes?
Dash: *shifting in embarrassment* Well, yeah, uh...
Rain: So, while I do appreciate Dash’s style overall... I really wish Dash would let me make him something that fits properly.
Dash: But-
Rain: *places a finger against his lips, making him blush immediately* I understand, alright? I understand Dash’s discomfort and fear. Which is why I continue to make the clothes Dash asks of me.
Dash: *grumbles under breath*
Rain: But Dash trusts me, right...?
Dash: *without missing a beat* Yes. With my life. With my heart. With everything I am.
Rain: *blushes darkly but tries to ignore it* Then... will Dash trust me and allow me to make him something that fits his body?
Dash: *frowns and hesitates for several seconds* ...Yeah, alright. I will.
