Gideon and Harrow were curled on the couch, tangled in their customary fashion -- Harrow nestled under Gideon's arm, her legs pressed between Gideon's thighs, both warm and comfortable and scrolling on their phones, when Harrow asked the question.
"Would you still love me," she said, and Gideon immediately raised her head, concerned, "if I was a worm?"
Gideon blinked. "What."
"Isaac showed me a video earlier today in class. I thought it an interesting thought exercise."
"Okay. Hold on. You're letting that squirt show you weird videos? That's a privelege I was not aware he was afforded," Gideon said, still attempting to get her brain online for this.
"It's just a question, Griddle," Harrow grumped, twisting away in a posture of annoyance.
"No, no, I've got an answer. Just catching up. Yes, I would still love you if you were a worm. I'd make sure all your little worm needs were provided for, that you had one grain of rice a day and a little blanket and worm-sized meds."
"I believe worms eat dirt."
"And I would give you a little kiss every morning and evening. Maybe an air kiss," Gideon continued, as if she hadn't heard her. "But would you still love me if I was a worm?"
"Don't be ridiculous, Gideon."
"Um, I'm fucking sorry? It's ridiculous to expect an answer to this nonsense question?"
"No, it's ridiculous to think that I wouldn't love you if you were a worm. I study the skeleton, Gideon. Decomposition is at the heart of what I do. I might even love you more if you were a worm." All of this she delivered in a flat, disaffected tone, as if it would be obvious.
Now Gideon was really speechless. She contorted within their cuddle to be able to plant a fat kiss on Harrow's head.
"You're not much bigger than a worm, anyway," she mused. "Not hard to imagine." At this, Harrow grunted indignantly, an adorable sound that was not unlike a baby animal being trod underfoot. "You just said you'd love me more if I was a worm, you little shit."
"Well, if you were a worm I'd always be able to tell which one was you. Because of your worm hair."
"Worms don't have hair, babe."
"Yours would."
"I'd be a hot worm, I bet." Harrow groaned at this, and twisted to press her face into the couch, no doubt attempting to suffocate herself.
Shoutout to those that never imagined this guy and get really confused when they see everyone agree that they saw them as a kid. My favorite collective hallucination.
Gideon, drunk after like two sips of wine: And she didn't even want me. We went through all this bullshit, and the worst part was that she didn't want me.
Ianthe, who knows full well how badly Harrow wanted her: Cheers bro I'll drink to that
Gideon, tears forming: She didn't even want my swordfighting. I'm so fucking badass at swordfighting.
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