Gwen & Art Are Not in Love

by Lex Croucher

“Hence the toad,” Gwendoline said quietly. “Hence the fucking toad.”

“You moon, I’m afraid. But she must find it endearing. Can’t say I understand the appeal. I like my men emotionally repressed and unavailable.”

“I saved your life about eight thousand times,” Sidney said, raising an eyebrow. “You’re so indebted to me. You’re so indebted to me it’s embarrassing.”