“Are you seriously telling me you would leave me for Hugo Weaving?” “Are you seriously telling me”—I gazed up at him, my tears lost to incredulity—“you’re jealous?” He had the self-awareness to blush. “No. Yes. That is, I’ve only just got you back. I’m not ready to countenance losing you to anyone.” “I guess I’ll stay with you, then.” I heaved a heavy sigh. “Hugo’s going to be so bummed.”
