"This person...at work...said that my ass looks big...in these jeans."
"And?"
"That's it."
"That's why you've been crying?"
"Yes."
"..."
"Where are you going?"
*From outside the room* "What in the flying fuck?!" *he returns* "Ah, I feel so much better now."
"What's wrong with you?"
"With me? How about you? You're crying over nothing."
"It's not-"
"I mean, why do you care what somebody else thinks of your ass? You should only care what I think of it, unless you plan on breaking up."
*sniff, sniff* "No."
"Good. Now can you stop crying and let go about our night in a nice fashion?"
"No." *sniff*
"Guess there's no ice cream for you tonight."
"Noooo!"
"I know. All for me. And it's your favorite, too."
"I hate you."
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