"But I came back to life! And, your mom literally stabbed me in the stomach. Come on, baby, give me this one."
"I might have died," he agreed, "but right now, my most pressing concern in the giant hole in my stomach, the stitches keeping me together and the raging headache from dying twice."
He chuckled lowly. “You don’t have to be that sad! At least I’m alive!” He paused, frowning. “Unless that’s *why* you’re sad.”
She rolled her eyes. "I could never be sad because of your existence," she promised. "Not in a million years."
