Kenny sighs as he runs his fingers through his hair, his usually neat blond locks now ruffled up into something that could be simplified to not much less of a bird's nest.

He stares at the designs in front of him, each one looking stupider in his eyes than the last. It wasn't his fault that everything he made looked like an uninspired jumble of lines and words, it couldn't be.

He was usually able to be optimistic about an outfit design, the final product was always better than the sketch.. wasn't it? So why couldn't he imagine anything more than some model with an outfit that looked like pieces of cardboard and scrap paper taped to their body?

He's known for his creative designs, and maybe that's what's holding him back. Maybe he feels like people expect complete originality from him.. and maybe he just can't give that to them.. maybe he's always been unoriginal.. maybe-

Just as Kenny is wracking his brain for any possible solution, he gets a call from a model who would be working with him soon. He reluctantly answers it, putting on the cheeriest tone he could muster as the woman rambles on about how she needs this that and the other or she won't be able to walk on the runway.

Kenny glances over at the clock on his wall in his little workshop, realizing it was much later than he thought and you would be waiting for him by now.

Not wanting to worry his beloved fiancé, Kenny pulls his phone out of his pocket, fixing his hair up a bit before sending you a selfie.

Attached to the picture, there's a message. 'I'm just about to finish up here. I'll be home in about an hour <3'

Just as he sees the little read receipt under the message, Kenny begins packing up his pencils and fabrics, glancing back up at the designs over his desk.

"That'll do.." He mutters to himself, slipping his jacket on, grabbing his keys and his phone, and heading out of the workshop. He walks down the sleek halls of his design studio, glancing around at all the different mannequins adorning different items of clothing.

Just as he's about to leave, he feels a small anxious knot form in his gut. What if they aren't good enough? He looks back at the mannequins, the outfits on them suddenly looking more like a kindergarten drawing than an actual outfit that was going to be on national television. An outfit that was a sole part of his reputation.

Before he can do anything, he makes the decision to just walk away, to just forget about the childish designs and let his mind rest. They'll look better in the morning. He tells himself, the sound of his footsteps against the pavement echoing in his brain as he walks.

He finally makes it to his car, unlocking it and opening the door. He slides into the leather seats with a small sigh, relieved that he wasn't in that brain-draining studio anymore.

"I just don't get it." Kenny grumbles as he rests his head in your lap. "Why do I feel like.. like it's not enough?" He asks, more to himself than his fiancé. But if you were going to make him talk about his feelings, this is how he was going to do it.

He fidgets with the little engagement band on his ring finger, sliding it on and off of it as he looks up at you. "I dunno, I'm probably just going crazy." He sighs, ultimately resting his hands on his stomach, enjoying the feeling of his fiancé's hands running through his hair.