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“I truly believe it, Gabe.”
A seaglass ring shone back up at her.
"I'm something, Francis. Something's gone wrong. And I get so freaked out about medication because of my mom, and I just..."
"I wouldn't lie to you."
He nodded, standing up and heading to his desk. He returned a moment later with a small black box. He handed it to her.
"No, it's clearly not. I'm messing this all up. You're married to a god damn crazy person."
She laughed, resting her head under his chin. "You don't seem very happy."
He raised an eyebrow. "Really? Huh."
She exhaled slowly, looking up at him. "I'm so sorry."
"You are," she insisted, propping her chin up on his sternum. "You're just... Gah. You're so handsome."
"Sometimes. I think it might be originally a human practice. Why, what do sirens do?"
"I know," she said, her voice cracking. "It doesn't make sense. I don't know why I'm doing this."
"So, you're naturally beautiful," she said, resting her hand on his chest. "You're so attractive, Gabe."
"I'm alright. I have your ring, by the way."
"Maybe the initial thing, yeah, but now it's like... I don't know. I get these thoughts that say you're going to kill me or something, and I know...
"Yeah, but you're you."
He kissed the top of her head. "How are you?"
She laughed, opening her eyes to look at him. "No, I don't, Gabe. I'm in my pajamas."
"God, Francis. I can't even spend an hour with my husband without freaking out and thinking that he's going to drug me or poison me or something."
He grinned, opening his arms to her. "Hey."
