–Is this really necessary?
–Just shut up and sit down.
–Ok, ok… just let’s make this quick. I’ve got a ton of things to do.
–No you don’t.
–Of course I do! Or do you think I’ve been getting up early and going to bed late because I enjoy sleep deprivation?
–No, I think you’ve been getting up at ass o’clock in the morning and going to bed with the first rays of the sun because you’re terribly overworked.
–No shit, Sherlock. Since you’re so well versed on my current situation, how about letting me get back to work so I can at least pretend there’s an end in sight?
–No, I’m not. You and I are going to enjoy a nice dinner together, properly accompanied by scandalous amounts of beer.
–WHAT!? Are you crazy!? I don’t have time for this!
–Yes. You. Do. I called you in sick and told them you had to take the evening off.
–You did WHAT!?
–What I had to. You’ve been spending so much time with your ass glued to that chair without raising your nose from papers except it has to do with the computer screen that you don’t even remember what fun means anymore.
–You’re SO getting me fired!
–No, I’m not. They may not have been too happy about you having to take a break, but they had to agree your health comes first.
–But I’m not sick!
–Aren’t you? Let’s see… you hardly sleep, your nerves are in shambles, your current mood is either grumpy or depressed… I don’t know about you, but that doesn’t sound very healthy to me.
–Has it really been that bad? Oh god, I’ve been awful to you, haven’t I?
–Quit pouting, dummy. Yes, it has been that bad, and yes, you have been awful… but not to me. You have been awful to yourself.
–I’m so sorry…
–Just shut up and kiss me.