“ you see the good in everyone and everything , you know that? ” she says with a sickly sweet smile , rising on her tiptoes to give him a kiss. “ it’s what i love about you. ”
“ we really would. ” she muses , whipping out her phone to look for costume ideas. but at the mention of krypto , her eyes widened. “ doesn’t that dog have it out for you? ”
“ oh no , i was serious. shrek’s a treasure. it’s the best compliment i could’ve given you. ” she chuckles. “ i was actually going to suggest we dress up as shrek and fiona for halloween this year. ”
“I know that was probably meant as a joke but I am genuinely flattered. Shrek is an outsider who learns to accept himself and lives happily. I’ll take that comparison.”
“ you’re layered like an onion. if shrek can be loved in all his complexities , so can you. it’s what makes you punk rock. you’ve broken from the mold. ”
she gets it. she once threw a new year’s eve party at the loft and they were setting up for true american ( a drinking game ) , needless to say , it had to be perfect.
what would she like help with first?
“ uh. i’m not sure that’ll end well for you. i’m actually into dark romances. the whole ‘ slashy , dashy ’ thing. but , if you insist. you can get a head start. ”
you’ve always been humble , farm boy. one of the laundry list of things i like about you. however , you can be like david conrad and be framed on my wall. 𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥 heartthrob.
Frames in the louvre? That’s awfully kind, Lois. Golly, what an honor that would too —— however, a little out of my comfort zone. Though I do appreciate the sentiment.
her arms encircled the hands at her waist , folding neatly on top of his own before interlacing their fingers. “ farm boy. ” and a kiss to his chin. “ to what do i owe the pleasure? ”