He thinks I’m beautiful when I cry.
No, not the “I have PMS and I haven’t eaten lunch, and OH MY GOD why does the universe hate me so” kind of crying, but the “watching that episode of Futurama about Fry’s dog that is the saddest thing ever” kind of crying. (Disney movies and the occasional Hallmark commercial also do the trick.) Rand not only does not find this ridiculous, but rather endearing.
I love that this is something that he loves about me.