“It’s very inconvenient, this caring stuff.”
“Wow. I’ve always wanted someone I love to tell me that. Thanks.”
“No - no!” Their face twisted. “I didn’t mean - crap. I just meant - I was going to say - It’s worth it, for you. It’s inconvenient, and annoying, and half the time I have a stomach ache in fear of losing you, but…” Their expression softened. “No inconvenience could make me stop.”
The silence stretched, stunned.
“I’ve made a mess of this,” they mumbled.
“What can I say.” A smile twitched at the other’s face. “You’re very inconvenient to me too.”