Photo Source: Unsplash Bev bemoans Andy's habitual scent: CMYK Obsession. She loathes the way it taints his shirts, his ties, and seems to clog inside his pores. She is always surprised that he doesn’t bear crop marks, and doesn't leave smudges all over the bed sheets or the side of the once-too-big T-shirt she sleeps in -- from Oasis’ last tour -- as he turns her around for a quick goodnight kiss; that she wakes without a hickey bleeding colours on her neck. She never used to be like...