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“That’s because it’s stupid. Anything that makes me happy is stupid.”
“Oh, that ain’t true. Name one of ‘em and I’ll prove ya wrong.”
You don’t think for a single moment before answering. “You.”
“Hey- oh.” Mammon’s tone is offended for a moment, before the full weight of sinks in. You’ve told him time and time again that he wasn’t stupid, and at this point, he believed that you fully believed it when you told him that.
You cuddle close to his chest, seeking comfort, and hiding a little as you bury your face in his chest. His hands idly toying with your hair as he put the pieces together.