It's not a bad thing, you know. That's the spark I see in your eyes, even through a picture.
Fire, real fire's a tricky thing: feed it too much, it destroys. Feed it too little, and you'll freeze. Feed it just enough, and it offers everything. Comfort, protection, safety. It can bake a cake or forge a sword. You don't see THAT kind of fire often. That's what I saw in your picture.
Then keep it quite simple: next time he says that worn out line, ask him, "To the other guy she left with instead of you?" He'll likely do that bit where he makes a weak remark about your face and pouts a bit.
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Fire, real fire's a tricky thing: feed it too much, it destroys. Feed it too little, and you'll freeze. Feed it just enough, and it offers everything. Comfort, protection, safety. It can bake a cake or forge a sword. You don't see THAT kind of fire often. That's what I saw in your picture.
Then keep it quite simple: next time he says that worn out line, ask him, "To the other guy she left with instead of you?" He'll likely do that bit where he makes a weak remark about your face and pouts a bit.