“That’s not a very nice facial expression to make at your girlfriend,” I say in a singsong voice, mostly just to push his buttons. “I regret everything,” he says darkly. I shake my head. “It’s too late. We are one. We are Aidiper.” “I take it all back.” “And we’re so cute together—” “Everything. I take everything back.” “No take backs. Sorry.” I shrug, looking over at him. “I don’t make the rules, I just follow them.” “I make the rules,” he says, and I laugh. “No. No way. Last time you made the rules, you said we would never be romantically involved. Remember that?” “Meh,” he says,
