Separate names with a comma.
Again, there was no reply.
"Doctor of love."
"I think it'd be cool."
She beamed, kissing his cheek before pulling away. "We should probably go, right?"
"No. It's just to save myself from you sitting on me."
There was no answer.
"I might not be a doctor, but I know that's not how it works."
"But I do like the idea of you becoming a guard."
"I knew I could count on you."
"I'll just never stop hugging you, then. That's the problem with monologing, Gabe. You reveal your whole plan to me."
Vincent's Row was an old shack at the end of the road. It was a thin building, with half of it hanging over the water. The paint had been worn...
"It doesn't just go away!"
"I'm alright," he promised. "Don't worry."
"To beat them up?"
"I'm hugging you, so you can't."
"Oh," he said, nodding. "The elf fella. He lives down in Vincent's Row. I gotta warn you, though, he isn't the most friendly."
"Senile," he sang.
He laughed, tapping her forehead. "Thank you!"
"Mm. If they come around, I'll call you."
"Do not!"
