“You said I look like I got hit by a truck.” “Doesn’t mean you’re not beautiful,” I say. “Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well? I would’ve been here the second you called. You wouldn’t have had to spend hours all alone with your head in the toilet.” “You would’ve?” “I already broke the door down once. I’d do it again.” “You broke down the door? For me?” “Yeah. Might have fractured half the bones in my arm in the process, but I’ll survive. I’ll get you a new one, by the way.”
Aww love him
