"Am I pretty?"
"...Why do you ask?"
"I don't know. But am I?"
"I...don't know. But-"
"Stop 'Oh'-ing, and listen. You're beautiful. You're beautiful at 3am in the morning when you've woken up for some unholy reason and your hair's all funky and your clothes are crooked-"
"My hair is not funky at 3am,"
"-and you're beautiful when you're wearing your daggy shorts and a camisole and one of my old shirts and you're covered in paint and you have blue acrylic smudged all over your nose-"
"Oh god, why have you never told me that happens-"
"-and you're beautiful when you've been out for a run and you have your tee shirt tied around your waist and your camisole is soaked through and sweat is all over your face and hair-"
"Soaked through!? Oh jeez, that's not very-"
"-and you're beautiful when you're trying to cook dinner without a recipe and the steam's made your face red and your hair go all frizzy-"
"What do you mean 'trying', Mister!?"
"-and you're beautiful when you're talking to someone and you're using your hands to describe things and you're making everyone smile-"
"I don't use my hands that much, do I?"
"-and you're beautiful when you laugh, as in a real laugh, when your nose wrinkles up and your eyes go squinty and you lose the plot over some stupid thing and snort a little-"
"I don't snort when I laugh!"
"-and you're even beautiful when you're sitting on the couch next toe, asking silly questions without realising that your lipgloss is all funny and smudgy be because I was kissing you because I love you and you're beautiful. "
"Thank you so much. I love you too, Mat."
"Did you hear me when I told you that your lipgloss is smudged halfway to the moon?"