He keeps rubbing his hands over his face and muttering to himself, every now and then shooting me dirty looks. “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.”
