babe, be honest. would you still love me if I was a bug?
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐘, he knew that somewhere in the back of his mind if he answered wrong she’d make him sleep on the couch. But where most would blurt out a yes without thought, he took the chance at hand to really think about it- tease her as he stopped to think it over.
“I don’t know, I mean, yeah, of course I would, so long as you’re not like, a centipede or one of those big hairy spiders- a black widow- or a scorpion- is a scorpion a bug? Really anything with too many legs is what I’m saying- which I’m not saying you’d be any of those things. Maybe something like a ladybug, y’know, kinda cute and small… and.. yeah.”
Was there really a right answer to this question? He was rambling- having to stop himself, lips pressed to a tight line so he wouldn’t dig his own grave with the situation and instead gave a simple nod. “Yeah, long story short, I’d love you no matter what.”