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“I hope you don't choke on all that negativity,” Rose scolded, scratching yet another story from her notes, lips pursing together with apprehension. “You really have a knack for ruining everything good in this world.”
“I haven’t ruined absolutely anything. It already was.”
“Eat your damned pudding, mate. See if you can’t wash down all that bitter.”
“The bitter needs something stronger,” he said, quirking an eyebrow at her. “Preferably of the alcoholic persuasion.”
“Happiness is grossly overrated. A bit too fickle for my taste, I like my emotions a bit more consistent."
"Cynicism isn't an emotion, Scorp," she said, letting out a chuckle.
"You're right, darling, it's not." His fingers traced hers thoughtfully and he let out a quiet peel of caustic laughter into her ear. "It's a lifestyle."
This couldn’t be real. It just couldn’t. “But we need to talk about this.”
“Oh, no, Mr Bad News,” she said, evading his fingers and pressing a rogue kiss on his face before jumping right off the bed again. “You’re not ruining this for me.”
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