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The bad part of a nonexistent sleeping pattern is that you lost track of days and weeks. Especially the weeks where you've skipped days and slept through mornings. It was one of those weeks. Hitoshi hated those weeks. He was dead on his feet for most of it, and when he did sleep it was for short intervals here and there. It all just blurred together in a mass of suffering.
So he didn't realize when his birthday came up.
In all honesty, maybe he should have realized. Katsuki was acting a little weird the day before, not too much out of the ordinary, but enough that some corner of his mind noticed. But it was also the weekend, so all the lack of sleep from the week before was adding up and he couldn't care enough to question it. Yeah, it sucked. So it was the night of Friday, hours before Hitoshi usually tried to go to sleep.
They were just sitting on the couch, some stupid trivia game show on. Hitoshi was leaning against Katsuki whose arm was over the back of the couch. He had his legs stretched out over the rest of their couch, and Katsuki's legs were crossed in front of him. One of the blond's hands was messing with Hitoshi's hair that was down for the night. Katsuki shouted answers every now and then, when the people gave the wrong one for what he thought was an easy question. Hitoshi laughed at some of the answers, since they were so out there and random most of them didn't make sense. Mostly, though, he just zoned out and found himself starting to fall asleep on Katsuki.
He was pretty sure that he did end up sleeping for a short period of time because he closed his eyes and then when he opened it, the credits of the show were playing. Katsuki grumbled something about how stupid the people on the show were and grabbed the remote. Instead of changing it, though, he just turned it off.
“Hey,” Hitoshi whined. “I was watching that.”
“No you weren't, shithead,” Katsuki said, poking Hitoshi on the side of his forehead. “You were sleeping.”
“...was not,” Hitoshi muttered. Katsuki rolled his eyes and flicked him. Hitoshi yelped quietly and swatted his hand away.
“C'mon, let's just go to bed,” Katsuki sighed, pushing Hitoshi slightly so he could stand up. Hitoshi groaned and leaned on him even more to try and protest. Katsuki just shoved him off and stood up before Hitoshi could try to put himself back in his lap. Hitoshi instead just flopped down on the couch and pouted up at him. “Stop being a lazy ass.”
“Carry me,” Hitoshi said, smirking. Katsuki gave him a flat look before rolling his eyes. Hitoshi just held his arms up, waiting.
“If I drop you, it's your damn fault,” Katsuki huffed. Hitoshi grinned as Katsuki reached down to pick him up. He grabbed Hitoshi princess-style and Hitoshi snickered as Katsuki lifted him. Hitoshi wrapped one of his arms around Katsuki's neck—if the blond tried to drop him, he was taking Katuski down with him. “Dammit you're heavy.”
“Hush,” Hitoshi said, patting him on the face. Katsuki scowled and rolled his eyes as Hitoshi rested his face on his shoulder. “You want me to go to bed, do it without protest.”
Katsuki just huffed and started walking. He carried Hitoshi down the hall and cursed at the closed door of their room. Hitoshi snorted and opened it for him. Katsuki walked in and over to the bed. He dropped Hitoshi down unceremoniously and Hitoshi yelped. Katsuki smirked at that and Hitoshi tried to kick him in the thigh. Katsuki stepped away, though, and across the room. Their cat Kicho walked into the room like she owned everything and climbed onto the bed with Hitoshi.
Hitoshi pulled the blankets up to his chin and Kicho snuggled up next to him in Katsuki's place. Katsuki didn't notice as he turned on the side lamp and turned off the overhead lights. When he did turn around to go a lie down, he glared at the black and white cat that looked completely comfortable. Hitoshi looked up at him, snickering slightly.
“Stupid cat,” Katsuki growled.
“Don't insult my child,” Hitoshi mumbled, the words turning into a yawn at the end. Dammit he wanted to prove a point by not falling asleep, but the bed was a lot more comfortable than the couch.
“It's my bed,” Katsuki snapped. He picked up Kicho—despite Hitoshi's whines of protest—and put her on the foot of the bed. Kicho meowed loudly, and started to walk back to where she had been curled up. Katsuki quickly sat down and glared down at the cat. She mewed innocently and started to move back to her place like nothing was wrong. “Hell no, cat.”
Katsuki moved under the blankets and Kicho whined. Hitoshi smiled a little and Katsuki gave him an exasperated look. Eventually, Kicho went quiet and curled up on the edge of the mattress. Hitoshi sighed and scooted forward. Katsuki lied his arm across the pillows, and Hitoshi rested on top of it, curling up comfortably. Hitoshi kept fidgeting, though.
“Stop moving,” Katsuki hissed.
“Can't sleep,” Hitoshi said. “To early.”
“You've basically been dead all week, get some damn sleep,” Katsuki grumbled, poking Hitoshi on the face. Hitoshi just grumbled and shifted around a little. Katsuki put his chin on top of Hitoshi's head and ran his fingers through Hitoshi's hair on the back of his head. “Please?”
Hitoshi huffed and relaxed a little more. He didn't think it would work, but stayed still and let himself curl up. The key word was think, because soon he was out cold.
X X X X X
There was no cat yelling at him for food when Hitoshi woke up the next day. So he was confused. For a second, he thought he was having a lucid dream, but there was no weirdness that usually carried with that... or random Katsukis. In fact, there was no Katsuki.
Hitoshi woke up slowly. There was some light flooding into the room through a gap in the curtains over a window on the wall, but other than that there were no lights on. Hitoshi blearily rubbed his eyes and looked over at the alarm clock on the end table on Katsuki's side. He was the one who bothered to keep it on the right time and have all the alarms working. Hitoshi didn't even use one, since Katsuki was always up so early for hero work, it didn't matter. Katsuki would wake him up when he needed before he left, and Hitoshi had a pretty good internal clock that got him up at the right times. So he never worried.
Now, though, there was no Katsuki and no Kicho. Hitoshi yawned and sat up. He never understood how Katsuki managed to get out of bed every time without waking up Hitoshi. He was usually a pretty light sleeper when he did, so it didn't make all that much sense to him how Katsuki managed it considering his usual setting is max volume. The bed was empty except for him, though, and he frowned a little. Katsuki should've had work today, but he normally wakes Hitoshi up to say goodbye at least. It was noon, and that usually happens around six or seven AM.
Did he wake up and just forget it, or did he talk in his sleep? Katsuki told him that happened a few times, and that, he almost had a small conversation with Hitoshi because he was replying while asleep. Hitoshi had no memory of it, so he thought Katsuki was pranking him until the blond recorded a video of it once.
Hitoshi yawned again and stretched his arms over his head. He rubbed his hands over his face and tried to wake himself up some more. That's when he smelled something from the kitchen. Half his brain was still asleep, so he didn't recognize it but it definitely smelled good at least. He dragged himself out of bed and walked out of the room.
The good smells were coming from the kitchen, and as he walked in, he notice Kicho was eating from her bowl contently. Katsuki never fed Kicho—mostly because he was gone before the time they decided was her breakfast time. Speaking of... Hitoshi's stomach growled. He murmured to himself and stepped fully into the kitchen. He blinked to clear his murky thoughts and gave Katsuki a surprised look.
Katsuki was leaning on the counter in the middle of the kitchen, some magazine in front of him. He had a mug in his hands and was drinking something hot, steam rising off it. It wasn't coffee—he never drank coffee, only weird tea that Hitoshi didn't get how he could like and “healthy” things. But now that Hitoshi was a little more awake, he recognized that smell. His sniffed the air and narrowed his eyes slightly. Katsuki looked up at him. His hair was more crazy than normal from bedhead.
“Coffee's in the machine,” Katsuki said as way of explanation. Hitoshi frowned. That smell was not the kind they had boxes of. “I went out and got you the kind from that bakery.”
“...What did you do?” Hitoshi asked, words slurring a little as he walked over and grabbed the styrofoam cup. The label on the side proved what Katsuki said. He sat on the stool across from where Katsuki was standing. The blond just raised an eyebrow at him. “Did I miss a anniversary or something? What's today?”
“Your birthday,” Katsuki said, looking down and turning the page of the magazine. “July first, right?”
“Shit, that's today?” Hitoshi muttered, opening up the little gap on the cover and taking a sip of the coffee. Definitely the good stuff. Katsuki nodded slowly but didn't look up. “Dammit I lost track of days.”
“Like I said, you were practically dead on your feet,” Katsuki shrugged. “You fell asleep on the shitty bus yesterday. 'S fine, though.”
“Thanks,” Hitoshi sighed, drinking the coffee thankfully. He really liked the stuff from the bakery a couple neighborhoods over. He just never got down there and plus it was more expensive than he'd like, so he settled for the usual stuff he bought—not as good but good enough. He looked back up at Katsuki and noticed the white things over his ears. He smiled and looked down at the counter. “For the coffee and wearing your hearing aids.”
Katsuki huffed and took a sip from his mug. “Yeah, figured it'd keep you from whining all damn day,” he grumbled. Hitoshi could tell that wasn't why, but he let it go. “It's your birthday, so you get to choose the shit we do today.”
“No work?” Hitoshi asked.
“Took the day off,” Katsuki said. “You did it for me, so don't think you're hot shit now.”
“I'm always hot shit, dear,” Hitoshi snorted. Katsuki gave him a flat look and Hitoshi smiled. The blond rolled his eyes and shook his head.
“You mean hot mess.”
Hitoshi laughed and nodded a little. Katsuki smirked and went back to his magazine. There was silence for a few moments and then the stove went off. Hitoshi hadn't noticed, but there was actually something cooking. He perked up a little more as Katsuki put his mug down and turned to the stove behind him. Katsuki was a damn good cook. Hitoshi, once again, didn't get how he did it since he never seemed to have any patience for it, but Katsuki some how did it. It was just like him to try and be good at everything, though.
Katsuki turned off the stove, and went through the motions of checking the food and putting it on the counter space next to the stove. Hitoshi turned the magazine he had been reading around—just to be nosy as Katsuki did what he did. It was an article about the top up and coming heroes. Midoriya was there, Todoroki, and Katsuki, along with a few other people Hitoshi didn't bother recognizing. Most of them had UA as a school, though, but there were others.
“Nosy shit,” Katsuki called him out. Hitoshi had no shame, just looking back up and smiling before going back to the magazine. Katsuki grabbed plates out of the cabinets and silverware out of a drawer.
“Midoriya's really standing out, huh?” Hitoshi asked. Katsuki just grunted to show he was listening. “You know if you acted nicer, they might like you more.”
“Who cares as long as I beat up whatever villain gets in my way?” Katsuki snapped. Hitoshi shrugged.
“People want to see you're human,” Hitoshi said. “You do have the social media account they made you get. I'll run it for you, if you want.”
“...You'd seriously do that?” Katuski asked as he turned around and put the plates on the table. Ham and scrambled eggs, Hitoshi was in heaven. He nodded and closed the magazine, pushing it off to the side. “I don't want you getting involved with some of the crazier shit. You could get in trouble.”
“Katsu,” Hitoshi started. Saying that usually got Katsuki's full attention, which it did. “I'm not exactly in the media for my quirk. I can get myself out of situations like that.”
“Still,” Katsuki huffed. He looked to the side guiltily. Hitoshi knew that Katsuki had tried talking with the people he worked with to get Hitoshi at least a small job there. It just didn't work out like that. Hitoshi was content helping out where he could, though—like making sure Katsuki wore his damn hearing aids so he didn't go deaf. “The assholes don't listen to me when I say you'd help.”
“Can you blame them?” Hitoshi asked. Katsuki hesitated before he shook his head. “Heroes have tried to get their boyfriends or girlfriends into the agency just because. Nothing good usually comes out of it... I'm fine with it. But seriously, let me run that account.”
“Nothing embarrassing,” Katsuki said sternly. Hitoshi smiled a little.
“Aww, come on, it'd be adorable,” Hitoshi cooed. Katsuki frowned and stabbed one of the pieces of ham with his fork. Hitoshi snickered. “Relax, I know you have your bad-boy rep to maintain, but you do have to show some humanity. I want free reign. I'll keep your little reputation in tact, and post minimum things that you'd think were embarrassing. How about that?”
Katsuki ate a few more bites of his food before nodded. Hitoshi grinned. He'd been wanting to take over that “official” account for Katsuki since the blond complained about it the first time. He followed it, and knew that a lot of fans followed the blog even if Katsuki only posted three things in total. He had a surprising amount of fans. Hitoshi may or may not have sniffed around the fan accounts, finding different people speculating about Katsuki's personal life and whether or not he was dating anyone.
There had been surprising amount of shippers. Hitoshi would never tell Katsuki about them, but he looked at the edits they made every now and again for a laugh. Some of them were so forced, it killed him. Yeah, Katsuki would never be hearing about those, Hitoshi liked his phone and didn't want a new one anytime soon.
They ate in silence and Kicho came into the kitchen, meowing and bugging them for food. Katsuki growled at her, but she was unfazed. A few times when they first got her, she was scared of Katsuki's growling and aggressive behavior. Soon she realized that he would actually do anything besides shout some things and move her if she was in the way, She mewed innocently, and Hitoshi smiled at Katsuki's annoyed expression. It was a little forced, but he still acted like it wasn't. When Kicho didn't get what she wanted, she left and went out into the living room.
“So, what d'ya want to do?” Katsuki asked when they both finished. Hitoshi hummed in thought. He didn't exactly have any plans, since he forgot his birthday existed for a time or that it was close at all.
“I... don't want to go anywhere,” Hitoshi started. Katsuki just nodded and picked up his mug again. “So... um, stay in would be great. We have that show we started a few days ago. Binge it?”
“It's your birthday, your plans,” Katsuki grumbled. “I won't complain.”
“Good, then we're binging that 'cause I'm tired of avoiding spoilers,” Hitoshi said. “We're ordering food if we gotta eat, and it's a full stay home day. I'm not getting dressed.”
Katsuki snorted and nodded. “Fine then, but you are showering,” he said. Hitoshi gave him a confused look. “You smell.”
“So do you, but I don't whine about it,” Hitoshi said after a moment of silence. Katsuki glared at him and Hitoshi stood up. He finished off the rest of his coffee. The place was expensive, and the cups were more on the small side. It wasn't exactly equal in Hitoshi's opinion. “Fine, but I'm raiding your closet.”
“No you're not,” Katsuki snapped as Hitoshi walked out of the kitchen. “Hitoshi, stay out of my closet! I've lost too many damn sweatshirts.”
“Too bad, so sad!” Hitoshi laughed as he walked into their bedroom and over to Katsuki's side. The blond only yelled one more protest, because he knew it was hopeless. Hitoshi would take his stuff regardless.
Katsuki always got clothes that were a few sizes too big. Plus he'd gotten taller since they first started dating in UA, so they were roughly the same clothing size now anyways. Hitoshi owned his own share of giant sweatshirts and super baggy clothes, but he took Katsuki's regardless. Katsuki was a human space heater, too, so his clothes were usually warm even if they smelled like imminent explosions. It might have been summer, but their AC was always on full blast—better cold than hot.
X X X X X
“C'mon tell me your password,” Hitoshi said, waving his phone in front of Katsuki's face. Katsuki pushed his hand away, put Hitoshi just put it back where it was the second Katsuki let go.
“What happened to watching the damn show?” Katsuki grumbled.
“It's a behind the scene episode, not important. I wanna log into your account, asshole,” Hitoshi said. Katsuki snatched his phone and punched in the password. “You know I need to switch back to my account, right?”
“Do you think I'm stupid or some shit?” Katsuki snapped. Hitoshi shrugged a little and Katsuki scoffed. “I can tell the difference with these shitty apps. You don't have an account on this one.”
“I do, actually,” Hitoshi pointed out, poking him in the arm. Katsuki gave him a confused and surprised look. “I followed you, smart one. Your posts sucked, which is double why I should be in charge.”
“Oh, and you post great crap?” Katsuki asked.
“Didn't say that,” Hitoshi snorted. Katsuki handed him his phone back, now logged into the official account the agency made him set up for publicity. Hitoshi switched over to the profile page. “I haven't posted anything. Your account just plain sucks. On a general standard across social media. Sorry, but I'm being honest.”
“Yeah, sure,” Katsuki sighed. He put his elbow on the arm of the couch and rested his chin in his palm. “And you gonna use your account?”
“Probably not, but seriously write down your password somewhere and tell me.”
“Right.”
They were sitting like they had been the night before—Katsuki's arm over the back of the couch and Hitoshi leaning against his side with his legs stretched out. Hitoshi had done exactly as he said and took some of Katsuki's clothes to wear after he showered. It was a dark green hoodie and black basketball shorts. His hair was still wet, and it was probably spreading onto Katsuki's shirt but neither of them really cared.
“Say cheese,” Hitoshi said in a sing-song voice. Katsuki looked over. Hitoshi had the phone up, camera open. Katsuki flipped off the camera as Hitoshi hit the button. “Yeah we're not posting that, try again.”
It took five tries. The second one, Katsuki pushed Hitoshi's hair into his face just before the picture got taken. The third one, Hitoshi said something and Katsuki broke down into laughter and leaned out of frame, plus it was blurry. The fourth, Hitoshi just didn't like for aesthetic reasons. The last one was deemed decent and Hitoshi busied himself with the caption and editing it.
“What's it gonna say?” Katsuki asked, hand going to mindlessly play with part of Hitoshi's hair.
“Introduction,” Hitoshi said. “Who I am, why I'm on your account and what I'm doing with it. Should I do my given or family name?”
“Just do Toshi,” Katsuki shrugged. He looked over Hitoshi's head at the screen. Hitoshi nodded and started typing out the caption. “Show me before you post it.”
“...Will I have to do that with every post?” Hitoshi whined. “Katsuki, I'm lazy that's not gonna work.”
“No, but no sappy shit,” Katsuki grumbled. “Or things with me looking stupid or crap like that.”
“First of all, you are stupid, and I can work with that,” Hitoshi said. Katsuki pulled some of his hair and Hitoshi yelped before swatting his hand away. He finished off the caption. “Don't be an ass. Here.”
Katsuki leaned forward and Hitoshi held the phone up so he could see the photo and caption. The photo was of the two of them. Hitoshi was sticking his tongue out slightly and Katsuki was giving a blank look to the camera. Hitoshi just cropped it so it fit the format, but it didn't cut either of their faces out. Katsuki frowned a little at the picture. His hair was sticking up in different directions more than usual, but he doubted Hitoshi would let him fix it to take another picture. He ignored it and looked at the caption.
Hacked (jk pls don't take that seriously). My name is Toshi and I'll be taking over this idiot's account since he sucks at social media!! Relax, it's still gonna be about him, but I'll actually post shit. And I will expose™ him for the dork he is. He'll be pissed at me for that, so here we go.
“I said nothing embarrassing,” Katsuki grumbled. “I'm not a dork.”
“Yes you are,” Hitoshi said, nodding solemnly. “Don't deny it you dork. I'll replace it, though. Weirdo, idiot or some variant of that, or... angry pomeranian. Actually, it's angry pomeranian now, no protests.”
Katsuki reached for the phone and Hitoshi moved out of the way quickly. He typed fast, so by the time Katsuki was going for it the second time, Hitoshi hit post. Hitoshi grinned triumphantly and Katsuki scowled angrily. He willingly handed his phone over then and Katsuki opened up the post immediately.
Hacked (jk pls don't take that seriously). My name is Toshi and I'll be taking over this idiot's account since he sucks at social media!! Relax, it's still gonna be about him, but I'll actually post shit. And I will expose™ him for the human being he is. He'll be pissed at me for that, so here we go.
“Relax, okay?” Hitoshi said. Katsuki relaxed and handed Hitoshi his phone back. Hitoshi smiled and Katsuki put himself back where he had been sitting. Hitoshi moved back to how he was sitting. “I like to annoy you, not publicly embarrass you. 'Side only I'm allowed to call you an angry pomeranian, okay?”
“Whatever, thanks,” Katsuki grumbled. He pushed Hitoshi's hair back off his face and pressed a kiss to Hitoshi's forehead. Hitoshi immediately felt his face lighting up with blush. He snickered a little and covered his face with his hands. He knew Katsuki was smirking as he kept playing with his hair. “Sorry I didn't have any shit planned for your birthday. Consider the account a present. I'll have hell to pay when I get back to the agency.”
Hitoshi calmed himself down enough to move his hands and look back down at the phone. He started sniffing around the account that was pre-set up by the people who ran those things at the agency. It only followed a few main accounts for news and media networks, along with one for the agency Katsuki worked for. He looked at the page for that and blinked in surprise at the most recent post.
“Wait, you're missing some formal thing with another agency?” Hitoshi said, sitting up and giving Katsuki a shocked and confused look. The blond shrugged. “Katsuki. You shouldn't miss shit like that. I get it, it's my birthday, but this kind of stuff is really important.”
“It's Deku's shitty agency,” Katsuki snapped, scratching the side of his head. “He already knows me and we're on speaking terms, so it doesn't matter. He asked and I told him I was taking the day off, so he knows it's your birthday, too. Hell, he'll probably stop by with something later. You took a day off for my birthday, I can do the same crap for you.”
“Katsuki, I manage a web page for a magazine,” Hitoshi sighed. “There's a difference between that and a pro hero. I can miss a day and have someone step in for the menial stuff, you save lives. Difference.”
“Stop acting like you're not a big deal,” Katsuki grumbled.
“Flattery will get you nowhere right now,” Hitoshi said, but he knew he was blushing at least a little. Katsuki frowned. “I'm willing to wait for a day to celebrate my birthday.”
“Just accept the fact I did shit for you, okay?” Katsuki said. Hitoshi just pouted and looked down at the post again. “It's a formality meeting, not my kinda shit anyways. Just... take it as birthday present?”
“It's your job,” Hitoshi muttered. Katsuki flicked him one the nose and he winced a little.
“Stop being stupid,” Katsuki sighed. “Let's chill and watch your shitty show. It doesn't matter any more regardless.”
“Still...” Hitoshi said, going back to sitting against Katsuki. “I feel guilty and shit.”
“It's your birthday, let me make you feel special and crap.”
“And my show is not shitty, how dare you.”
Katsuki snorted and they went back to watching. The behind the scenes episode was ending, and that meant an episode with plot content was next so they'd actually be paying attention. Then Katsuki cursed under his breath.
“What?” Hitoshi asked.
“Hearing aids,” Katsuki murmured. “They're gonna ask.”
“...They're your fans, Katsu,” Hitoshi said, smiling reassuringly. Katsuki was obviously not convinced, but the picture was posted and people commented on his old pictures a lot, asking when he was going to post. So it wasn't like people ignored his account. “They'll understand. And I don't think anyone can make fun of you for having hearing problems with the shit you get into.”
“Ya sure?” Katsuki mumbled.
Hitoshi nodded and turned on his phone. There were already notifications of people liking the post and making comments. He unlocked it and Katsuki looked over his shoulder as he opened up the comments.
A few were upset that it wasn't Katsuki directly posting or interacting with the fans, but most were just happy to see anything involving the hero being posted in general. After all that excitement, people started asking questions. Stuff like who Hitoshi was to Katsuki and if he was a hero, too, were the first ones, then the hearing aids. Katsuki was always shocked by how fast the internet always acts.
tomatodrone: wait does explodokill have piercings?
Dead_Inside: r those weird piercings or headphones
rdbtwnthlns: Is Explodokill wearing hearing aids?
Hamtrash: @rdbtwnthln that makes sense, explosions and stuff can damage hearing
“See,” Hitoshi said, liking the last two comments. More comments were coming in, and most of them were either questioning who Hitoshi was or the hearing aids. Hitoshi refreshed it, and people were immediately on the fact that only those two comments were liked. “Should I like all of the comments just to mess with them?”
“...Nah, it'll save us from explainin' it later,” Katsuki sighed.
“We'll probably end up having to,” Hitoshi pointed out. More people were talking about the hearing aids now that one person brought it up. He tilted his head back to look Katsuki in the eyes. “People'll get even more curious if you don't wear them while in the field.”
Katsuki frowned and looked off to the side. The next episode started and he grabbed the remote to pause it. He huffed and Hitoshi went back to looking at the phone. Katsuki rested his chin on top of Hitoshi's head and wrapped his arms around Hitoshi's stomach, skimming comments as Hitoshi kept refreshing it.
“It's not a weakness,” Hitoshi said quietly. Katsuki didn't move or make a reaction, so Hitoshi just kept going. “If anything, you'll probably cheer some people up if they have it and feel self-conscious. I know you don't care that much about reputation besides wanting everyone to realize you're tough, but it would improve it. Can't beat Deku without it.”
“...Maybe,” Katsuki grumbled.
“Wear them for one week, as often as you can,” Hitoshi offered. “Make that my present, okay? You don't have to worry about anything else for it, just wear your damn hearing aids for one solid week. Hero work, here, going out, everywhere.”
“For the record, your real present is late in the damn mail,” Katsuki said. “But that's really what you want for this?”
“Yeah.”
“Fine. Dammit. You're lucky I'm so nice.”
“Blessed. Now, let's watch, and don't act like you're not excited.”