Denver:I don’t think I can type for that long.
Shepard:I’m going to assume that’s because you love me so, so much.
Denver:Sure. We’ll go with that.
Shepard:Wait, did you buy the dog crate?
Denver:…yes
Shepard:I’m rethinking so many things right now. You’re insane.
Denver:Uh huh. You’re just looking for an excuse to get out of our…arrangement.
Denver:You know, that sounds SO weird to say, like we’re in some sort of arranged marriage.
Shepard:It does feel a little weird.
Shepard:But it also feels weird calling you my girlfriend or some shit like that.
Denver:Yeah, that’s taking things too far, especially since we haven’t met.
Shepard:Besides, I’ve definitely been cheating on you for months with my other “girlfriend”.
Denver:Fair point.
Shepard:What about…mine?
Denver:No.
Denver:Too barbaric.
Shepard:Fine, fine.
Shepard:Dibs! You’re my dibs!
Denver:Hmm…I like this.
Denver:I think we can roll with this. Besides, that makes all this seem a whole lot less serious.
Denver:Not that this isn’t serious, because it is, but you get what I mean.
Denver:I think.
Shepard:If anyone gets it, I get it.
Shepard:How in the hell did we let this happen?
Denver:It was totally my charm and wit.
Shepard:Pretty sure you fell for MY charm and wit.
Denver:Oh, please. You’re the one who fell in love first.
Denver:LIKE! I mean like.
Denver:Shep? Did I lose you?
Shepard:I’m still here, Den.
