Evie smothers me. She just smothers me with love, affection, and love.
You said love twice.
That's because you give a lot of it.
I don't see you complaining when I'm rubbing your head or massaging your feet.
Well, of course not, but you are a smotherer. It's not meant badly. It just is. Kind of like how you get super clingy when you're sick.
I'm not that clingy.
You are. Evie's soooo clingy.
But anyway, Mal tries really hard to take care of me, but she just gets really grossed out by the nose-blowing, the puking, and pretty much every nasty thing involved with sickness.
But I'll get you anything you need from the store!
Well, yeah, but that's so you can get away!
Do you blame me?
I don't run away from you.
I wouldn't blame you if you did.
I wouldn't do it, though.
But basically, E's a smotherer and I'm a get-what-you-need-if-you-need-it-but-mostly-try-to-get-away-er.
That was eloquent.
Yes. I know.
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