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"Me too," he said. "Now I don't have to worry about that."
"It hurts you emotionally, then. Torture is torture." She stuck out her tongue.
"Same difference," she said, raising an eyebrow. "Right?"
"Right," he said, his hands against her back. "No breaking up."
"Hurting you is not one," she said, taking his arm. "I would never do that."
"I'm glad you agree," he said, leaning down to kiss her cheek. "I want to stay together."
"I would never put you through that kind of torture. I promise." She smiled. "It's almost like you don't trust me."
"Miss Abernathy," he said, his tone already condescending, "I think you should stop trying to break up with me."
"Hey, that's not true! I'm just saying that you're not going to be as fun when you're hungover."
"I suppose I'll let that slide," he decided, squeezing her hand. "Just this once."
She laughed, her head tilting. "Exactly! That is why I should savor the moments, because soon I'll have to deal with a grumpy Jack."
"Or, we could share a can to save money and because we're together and I love you and want to spend time with you. That's reasonable."
She frowned, but nodded. "Alright. It was pretty fun while it lasted."
"That's mean and I'm offended," he said, his tone playful. "That would mean you don't want to spend more time with me."
"Of course I would." She grinned, her head tilting.
"That's discrimination. I'm very disappointed in you."
"Definitely," she said. "I wouldn't have anyone but you."
"Excuse you," he said, his tone incredulous. "Tom is there, too."
Her face broke into a grin. "That's perfect. It's a perfect match!"
"The most important one," he said, tilting his head.
