She took a gulp from the bottle and frowned, placing it on the counter as she returned to the pasta. "Yeah. It's nasty." * * * "Yup."
She smirked, turning to him and kissing his head. "Cause people are idiots." * * * "You love me too much."
He pursed his lips. "That's weird." *** "Then you don't love me at all. Telling everyone I want to kill children."
"What about you?" *** "Cause you're ruining my reputation. Besides, I love you too much to actually do that."
She smirked, running a hand through his hair lovingly before returning to the stove. "Well, what do you think?" * * * "Well, I love you too much to do my thing too."
"What a wonderful existence." *** "I don't need proof to know you don't love me." She sighed dramatically. "You rarely say it, anyways."