"I'm game with that." He puts his hands on his hips before grinning, "Hey remember that time we tried to repair the closet door in the apartment and I hit my hand with the hammer and broke my thumb? And I was so paranoid about it because I was scared I was gonna lose the ability to write? You were so panicked that you kept yelling at me."

He grins, "That's how you show concern. With yelling."

It is arousing.

"What the -hell did I say about saying that?"

He whaps himself upside the head, "Stop it love."