I mean... you’re not wrong. All they really are is some demonic parasite and it’s pretty stupid to put any faith in them. I actually had to deal with that sort of thing following a bad game once, and lately... I’ve found that I’m still pretty bothered about a lot of what happened in House, so my knee jerk reaction to get dissected any more, even if perhaps it’s positively, was to freak out. [ holds him a bit tighter. ] I know you just wanted to help, so I’m... sorry.

And I guess I wouldn’t say it’s changed completely though, because I still do worry about them interrupting and it’s usually embarrassing... I have really preferred the time we get to spend together where they either sit out or don’t get as involved as they could. You’re mine... and not theirs... [ turns her head so she’s got it pressed straight into his chest. ] I’m glad you don’t like them as much as, like, I thought though... [ halfmumbled. ] since when they’re not around I can’t fuck you, atleastnotwithoutastrapon.