“Have I upset you?” Eileen asks, her eyes filled with genuine concern as she gently brushes the tears off my cheeks.
“No,” I sniffle. “You just… You make me feel so special. So loved. It’s just overwhelming.”
She nods, “Good tears then. Alright, keep crying.”
“Shut up!” I laugh. “You’re such a butthole.”
“Just want you to experience all the best things in life. Like crying over words and fanatsizing over my butthole.”
I gasp, “I am not! Gross! I don’t care about your butthole, you butthole!”
“You keep talking about it an awful lot,” she snarks back.
I shove her back onto the blankets, climbing on top of her to give her a proper shake. “You’re the one taking it literally! You’re such a sassy little a*shole.”
“Aww, you think it’s little? That’s so sweet.”
“I’m going to kill you.”
“Good luck with that.”