Imposter syndrome

"You know, that is one of the few wise things I have ever heard you say," I remarked jokingly.

"Oh really? So I don't say wise things often, right? I don't?" He leaned over and tickled me mercilessly as he asked. 

"Stop! Stop! I'm sorry oh wise one!" I begged, trying to escape his merciless onslaught but it was futile, he had me trapped in a vice-like grip.

I laughed so hard that it felt like I was losing my breath. 

He finally let me go and I keeled over, holding my ribs as I laughed, coughed, and breathed rapidly all at the same time.

"You are a monster!" I shrieked, hitting him on his bicep till he stood and ran from me to escape my assault.

I ran after him, chasing him around his sitting-room till we both got tired, laying down on his soft rug and panting heavily for breath.

After a while, he reached over and held my hand in his grasp, squeezing gently.

A glint on his wrist caught my eye and I lifted his hand to see better.