[He beams at the wall as he says it. He's going to have to remember not to get into the habit of saying that. This isn't a conversation they're going to be able to have all the time. But for tonight, he savors it, just as he savors the angry lump trying to bury himself in his chest.]
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[He beams at the wall as he says it. He's going to have to remember not to get into the habit of saying that. This isn't a conversation they're going to be able to have all the time. But for tonight, he savors it, just as he savors the angry lump trying to bury himself in his chest.]
Would it help if I kissed you better, mon mari?
[A beat, and then, with a huffed laugh:]
That's my husband, not my ocean.