“Francis, I need to borrow your car. Bring gloves."He laughed hysterically over the line. "why? Are you trying to hide evidence?" I didn't bother laughing with him."Shit" Francis cursed. "Please don't tell me I need to bring a shovel.”
“I love you," I tell him again. "I see that," he laughs, kissing me. "Simple words would have sufficed. You didn't need to knock me down with it." I giggle. "Shut up and kiss me.”
“He's trying not to laugh. I tell him I would have doomed mankind for him, and he's trying not to laugh.”
“...I try to laugh at whatever life brings...”
“What's up?' he said, like the church was always burning down and I always called him on a school night, telling him to come over after dark and bring a shovel.”
“I wanted to make sure you were fine...and that he was okay, too. You didn't, like, stab the boy, did you? I mean, I totally disapprove of murdering hotties, but if you need help burying the body, you know I'll bring the shovel.”