"...Ringo."
Ringo loudly gasped. "You...you actually chose me?"
"Yes! Is something wrong?"
"I guess I just expected you to choose Paul or something. He's prettier than me."
"Ringo! Don't you ever say that about yourself. You are beautiful."
"But my nose..."
"I love your nose, Ringo. I don't want you talking bad about yourself. Who cares what the idiots say? Because I say you're lovely."
His blue eyes sparkled in the remains of the daylight.
This precious child needs protecting.